the_debt_of_time

Mia rolled her eyes when she noticed Sirius bristle in response to the complement.
"The Malfoys are here at my request. This isn't my home, but they are my guests,
and I would expect everyone—as grown witches and wizards, the lot of you—to treat them
with the respect that I insist upon," she said firmly. "It's not a request."
The majority of the large group lowered their heads shamefully, but the three
instigating redheads looked as though they had been challenged and were now, more than
ever, amused by the witch who dared to throw down the gauntlet.
"Is that so?" Fred asked with a smirk as he approached her.
"And how are we to be punished when we break your rules?" George said with a
smug grin. "Charlie's right, though. You look―"
"Lovely," Fred chimed in.
"Gorgeous," George added.
Fred adjusted his tie. "Fancy a drink?"
"A nightcap, perhaps?" George waggled his eyebrows.
Mia sighed in irritation. "I don't have time for this. Go sit down, and I will deal with
you later. All right," she said, her voice a bit louder. "We need to get some security questions
out of the way."
"What for?" Charlie asked. "War's over, love."
"I'm serious. Ask me as many questions as you need to," she insisted, noting that
her words had put several of the members into a visibly worried state. "Go on."
Arthur was the first to step forward. "Umm, right then. Hermione, what form does
your Patronus take?"
Mia winced, hoping that no one requested to see the thing as proof. "An otter," she
answered, slightly annoyed that Arthur's questions had not improved. Anyone at the final
battle could have known what her Patronus was. Only Remus and Sirius stared at her when
she replied, likely knowing the current form her Patronus took.
"What was the name of my hippogriff?" Hagrid asked from the back. "The one you
tried to save for me."
"Buckbeak," Mia said. "And I did save him."
"What?" Draco asked loudly, turning to glare at her. "That was you?"
"Focus," she hissed at him, and then looked back to the group. "Anyone else?"