Hermione patted their backs sympathetically. Arthur stood awkwardly to one side, and when he saw his sons looking at him, he grimaced. "Uh, I didn't expect Muggles to be so unaccustomed to it..."
Vaughn rolled his eyes.
To be honest, he hadn't expected it either. At least when they had first boarded, Mr. and Mrs. Granger had seemed perfectly normal.
That was until the Knight Bus had to slam on the brakes four times in a row to avoid cats and elderly ladies crossing the street, after which the impatient driver chose a route that "slid" over the surrounding buildings.
The sudden weightlessness, coupled with their unfamiliarity with magic, made Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel as though they had been tossed into a washing machine.
They still hadn't recovered even now.
Although Vaughn was worried about their condition, after Hermione patted their backs for a while, they still bravely straightened up.
It had to be said that the Knight Bus's "training" was useful after all.
At the very least, when Mrs. Granger elegantly wiped her mouth and looked at The Burrow, its crooked and ramshackle shape did not make her cry out, "Good Lord." Instead, she calmly asked Vaughn, "Darling, is this the place?"
"Yes, ma'am. Welcome..."
Before Vaughn could finish, Molly had already thrown open the door. Her voice, shrill with excitement, rang out warmly. "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, and of course you too, dear Hermione! Come in quickly, dinner will be ready soon!"
Behind her came Percy, Fred, George, and Ron, who was holding Scabbers while Fruit Tea watched him menacingly from behind.
"Mrs. Weasley, hello..."
"Oh—you look so young and beautiful, just like Hermione..."
"Good heavens, is this magic? That frying pan is actually cooking by itself. How incredibly convenient..."
"Actually, I'm quite interested in