*** at the Hog's Head

"And after we convinced them that we weren't criminals, they let us go! Thanked us for helping keep Voldemort and Bella in one place so they could get them. They'd bugged, the place, see? Missed the last part of our little speech, so they thought we were criminals too, but that didn't matter."

I propped my feet back up on my green wooden desk. Ron and Hermione were sitting opposite me, hands entwined. Hermione looked at Ron, looked at me, and then hit Ron on the head.

"Ow!" he cried.

"Don't 'ow' me!" she hissed. "Do you two know what could have happened to you? You could have been tortured or killed or had your-"

"Willies cut off with a cigar snip," Ron and I said in union.

Hermione softened a bit.

"Well, I guess in the end, you two did sort of save the day. So, cheers to that."

"And solving our very first case!" I said.

"And still having functional male genitalia!" Ron cried.

"To being wizards!" I cried. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, puzzled. I grinned.

"Wizards of crime fighting. The future looks bright from here."