The night passed without incident. Unlike Harry, Su Er had little weighing on his mind and slept soundly until morning. By the time he got up, Fred and George were nowhere to be seen. The easygoing twins had not stayed downhearted for long over the thrashing Su Er had so effortlessly given them the previous night.
When he went downstairs, Mrs. Weasley had already prepared breakfast.
Harry sat silently to one side, looking rather pale. Apparently, he had not slept well the night before. Now he held a fork over an empty plate, lost in unknown thoughts.
Mr. Weasley and Bill were adding fried bacon to their slices of bread, apparently planning to make sandwiches. They were the only two present who had to go to work.
Hermione and Ginny were huddled together, whispering. When Hermione saw Su Er coming down the stairs, she gave him a sweet smile.
As for Ron?
The less said, the better.
Mrs. Weasley set down the plate in her hands, piled with a dozen or so short, thick sausages that had been cut open.
"Children, hurry up, then go to the drawing room on the second floor. We have plenty of work to do today. Harry, try my sausages. I learned how to make them from a Muggle cookbook."
Half an hour later, apart from the two who had to work, Su Er, Hermione, Ron, Harry, the Weasley Brothers, and Sirius, who was merely tagging along, all arrived on the second floor of the Black Family Home.
"Oh, my goodness." Mrs. Weasley, who had reached the long, high-ceilinged room on the second floor ahead of them, complained to Sirius.
"I've never seen so many Doxies. What has that House-elf been doing for the past ten years? I even found a nest of dead Puffskeins