The Warmth of Everyday Life

"But Mrs. Weasley doesn't seem to agree," Harry continued.

"Mum's thinking is a bit old-fashioned," Fred said indifferently. "But I believe she'll soon change her mind. Once she sees Tierra's courses, and what those reforms can bring to the United Kingdom—even the entire Wizarding World—she'll gradually come around. It just takes time."

"Speaking of time!" Fred smiled, sprang up from the bed, and got to his feet. "Mum should have been talked down by Dad by now. Come on, let's go downstairs and help her out. She's in such a foul mood today entirely because Professor Moody and Mr. Shacklebolt have no idea how to cook and made a complete mess of her kitchen."

"Oh, okay, okay." Harry got up from the bed as well.

"Hahaha." As Harry and Fred headed downstairs, Fred suddenly started laughing again for some reason. "It's such a shame you didn't come earlier. You really should have seen it—Professor Moody and Mr. Shacklebolt, two grown men, being chewed out by Mum, who's a whole head shorter than them. They looked so miserable, so pathetic, and so funny. Hahaha, mostly funny, really. Harry, it was especially, especially funny. Absolutely hilarious—"

"Oh, right." Fred suddenly said, "I'll extract that memory later. I learned the spell in Tierra's adult continuing education class. Once you find a Pensieve, you'll be able to watch it!"

"Mm, all right. Th-thank you, Fred." Fred's antics had lightened Harry's mood considerably.

"Pensieve!" Hermione's voice suddenly rang out.

Only then did Harry realize that they had reached the second floor. George, Hermione, and Ginny were just coming out of their room, apparently timing it to head downstairs as well.

"Right, the Pensieve, Harry." The moment Hermione saw Harry, she hurried over excitedly. "Harry, you can extract your memories, and then I can put them