Miranda meets her mum at the train station at the end of Easter hols and is promptly Apparated directly to Charlie's house in Fordwich. She is successfully not-found by reporters there.
But partway through the vacation her Daily Prophet mentions that there is a sort of town hall meeting, open to any British-residing wix, about - the agenda's about forty items long, but it boils down to "there are not enough of us" (and also, "oh no, wild Dementor").
Miranda owls her mum.
Her mum dithers but agrees to take her on the condition that they will Apparate away if anyone shows too much interest in Miranda. (The paper seems, in its small flurry of articles about her after the one she was tricked into giving "quotes" for, to have decided to call her "Silverlight", almost like it's her last name: "Belgian Theoretical Magic Expert Weighs In On Possible Mechanisms for Miranda Swan's "Silverlight" Feat". "Miranda Silverlight: Evidence of New Family Trait Magic?" "The Prophet Investigates The Source of E. Miranda "Silverlight" Swan's Unusual Wand.")
Miranda brings a copy of her agenda, crosses both wands in her hair even though she isn't allowed to do magic over hols, and walks in at her mum's elbow into the Ministry hall being used for the meeting.
"Kinda. Are you here because you wanted to be or did your parents drag you along as a prop?"
"I got dragged, mostly," Emma admits. "It was okay sometimes, but... tax credits. And beets."
"I asked to come. The tax credit part was actually interesting. If people can save money by having kids they might have more and then the population might recover."
"True," Emma agrees, "but that's, um... kind of far off. They seem to have lots of plans for way far away and not a whole lot for now."
"Yeah. I don't know. The way-far-away plans are the only ones that we're probably going to be able to have useful opinions on, since we are currently eleven."
"I'm sure we'll have opinions," Emma giggles. "Just, no one will listen to us."
"That's why I said useful opinions."
"They might listen to you," Emma points out. "You did kill a Dementor."
"They think it might be just a weird thing I can do, like how Harry Potter talks to snakes, I'm not sure if it will help much."
"But... but... Harry could talk to snakes because he could kill Voldemort, right? That's kind of an important skill...?!"
"Well, I mean, Voldemort could also talk to snakes. It's a thing some people can just do, is talk to snakes, they think it might be like that."
"There you are," her mother says, coming up behind Emma. "Oh, Miranda! Hello. Did you have a good time at the meeting?"
"I'm glad I came," says Miranda diplomatically.
Emma's father nods along solemnly.
"You're welcome. I'm really glad it worked," says Miranda.
"Do you know anything about the plans the Aurors mentioned?" Emma's father asked.
Miranda's mum pats her shoulder.
"Reporters," Emma's father scowls. "Bane of the wizarding world and no mistake. Some of the drivel the Prophet is writing nowadays, it might as well be the Quibbler!"
"The Quibbler sometimes runs legitimate articles, you just have to tell the difference," says Miranda's mum.
"Ah. Well. Let us know if there's anything we can do?" she says instead. "Bill, perhaps you could find an Auror for Miranda to talk to?"
Emma's father looks at Miranda doubtfully. "Don't know how it would help with the reporters and all, but I'll try if you want," he agrees.
"Well, if the Auror doesn't talk to reporters, then as long as I get a chance to talk to the Auror, we can find ways to meet that don't involve being places reporters might find us," Miranda says.
"Aurors do not typically sign up for their job expecting fame and glamour," Emma's father says with a cynical smile. "I'll see who I can find."
"Thank you!" says Miranda sunnily.
Emma starts to drift after her parents. "See you at school, Miranda?"
And then hols are over. Back on the train with them. Miranda's mum cuts the timing close so she doesn't have to linger on the platform as a media target.