Do Not Stir Up Dust

At night, everyone was exhausted.

George and Fred sprawled on the sofa, unwilling to move a muscle. Neville habitually opened a magic book to study, but he could not take in a single word. Hannah was curled up inside the sofa, hugging her knees, lost in thought.

Anton looked at Anna in confusion. Anna shook her head. "The Training Center was a complete mess today."

Hannah sat up from the sofa and let out a deep breath. "All beginnings are hard, I suppose."

"Actually, it was terrible." George shrugged.

Fred wholeheartedly agreed. "Definitely."

Anton pondered for a moment, looking at them. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"You know, Animagus itself is a rather dangerous kind of magic." George frowned. "But some of the people who came today didn't see it that way. They thought that since they'd paid Galleons, we absolutely had to help them complete the Ritual Magic."

Fred spread his hands. "They think we're children, so naturally they aren't very polite when they speak. I think we need to learn how to improve in that regard. Our roommate Jordan Lee told us about the Muggle world. He said his parents were waiters, so perhaps we can ask him for advice."

"I think it's a matter of boundaries—how to handle interpersonal relationships." Hannah pushed up the glasses on her nose, her brows tightly furrowed, unsure how to continue.

"Sigh..." Neville let out a breath. "Sometimes there's simply no way to communicate as equals. The person I received was an old family friend of the Lumbadons. He said he'd even held me when I was still running around naked as a child. He seemed very polite and spoke to me nicely, but he just wouldn't follow my instructions. We wasted so many doses of potion for nothing."

"Oh, don't