"I've got the Hermione Weasley card!" an adolescent boy declared controversially to his female companion, who had her own deck of Chocolate Frog Cards spread out across the table. She shuffled through them feverishly, trying to find something good enough to compare--the best of cards were still rare--and she gasped with unfounded victory.

"You forget, dear brother, that there were two cards issued, one for Hermione Granger-Weasley and one for just plain Hermione Jane Granger. Ha!" she thrust the offending card into her sibling's face as his face steadily turned a deeper shade of puce. He scowled as he snatched the card out of her hand and examined it.

"That's cheating, it's the same person!" he finally stammered, unable to think of a better excuse.

"Different picture, different name, different person!" the girl listed triumphantly. "Besides, Hermione Granger is far more impressive than Hermione Weasley. Hermione Granger fought in the war; Hermione Weasley only married a war hero!"

"Yeah, but Hermione Weasley also..." the brother began to read off the back of the card. "...passed the "Human Minds' Liberation Act," giving half-human creatures with intelligence equaling or surpassing that of a human mind the rights to any liberties that humans partake in. So there." He crossed his arms across his chest and smirked at his sister. She was completely unfazed.

"Passing a bi-human liberation act," she said, holding out one hand as if it were half of a scale, "Saving the world," she added another hand, making that one seemingly much heavier. "I win." Her brother stuttered for nearly a full minute before coming to a conclusion.

"You're nothing but an insufferable little know-it-all!" he angrily said. His sister's eyes widened.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"...what, are we six or sixteen here?" the sister said with an emphatic wave of her hand. There was a short pause before her brother muttered "Know-it-all," again. She groaned and threw a salt-shaker at him, the container bouncing off his head, spinning to the floor, and rolling into the foot of a woman sitting halfway across the pub from them. A slender hand reached down and picked it up. The woman stared at it for a moment before bursting out into quiet suppressed laughter. She stood up, and the siblings froze in shocked reverence as Hermione Weasley made her way toward them, trying to hide her amusement behind her free hand.

"I b-b-believe this is y-your--" the woman's sentence was cut of by a small fit of laughter as she placed the salt shaker on the table. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear your rather heated conversation," she sniggered. Both siblings turned bright red. "Do you mind if I sit for a moment?" she asked, the corners of her mouth still twitching and her eyes dancing merrily. The sister quickly scooted toward the wall of their booth to give her hero room. She gracefully slid in and grinned at the siblings.

"I swear, the last time I heard two siblings fight like that over Chocolate Frogs Cards was...well...come to think of it, Ron and Ginny were shouting about who had the most Dumbledore Cards yesterday," said Hermione thoughtfully. The sister and brother snorted into their near-empty tankards of Butterbeer, knowing from their other Cards that the Ron she was referring to was her husband, and Ginny was Harry Potter's wife. "But, I don't believe they were quite that loud, and certainly not in a public place," she added wisely, making the siblings' blushes deepen.

"We're really very sorry about that ma'am," said the sister immediately. Her brother kicked her under the table.

"I could have apologized for myself, you know!"

"I was saving you the trouble of stammering until Missus Weasley simply felt uncomfortable! You should be thanking me!" argued the sister hotly. Her brother then gave her a withering look and mouthed "Know-it-All" at her, earning his own kick. Hermione smiled again, and nearly started laughing.

"You know, from my first day at Hogwarts, I couldn't go an entire day without being called a know-it-all at least three times, two of those times by the man who would become my husband," she commented with an absent wink to the sister. She smirked victoriously at her brother.

"But it didn't stop Ronald from being hexed into oblivion every other day, either," added Hermione in a firmer tone, but a softening smile to the brother. "Being a know-it-all simply means we know the best hexes." She and the sister shared a laugh before the sound of a fussy toddler reached their ears from Hermione's table.

"Erm, Hermione dear? Hugo's crying," called her husband. She rolled her eyes and smiled at the siblings.

"You two have a good day," she said kindly before going back to her table and beckoning Tom the landlord to her. Several minutes later two full glasses of iced tea were brought to the siblings' table, compliments of Hermione Granger-Weasley.