“I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence. And I also really don’t want to.”
“Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore, and guts,” Harry said conversationally.
“You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how hacked I am at you right now?” Hermione hissed.
“But you still love me, right, sis?” Harry said, grinning.
“Yes, you insufferable prat, I still love you,” Hermione growled. “Now let’s get Shack here so we can turn the scene over to someone not covered in Death Eater guts, give our statements, and go home. Ginny must be worried sick by now, and if Ron doesn’t hear from me soon, he’ll wind up dropping the kids at the Burrow so he can come looking for us.”
“With Ginny not far behind,” Harry agreed. He sent a message Patronus to the Ministry, then walked outside to wait for the Minister and his contingent.