Library, Nov. 19th
((ooc: I will say open, but with the intention of talking to Hermione.))
Ron had walked all the way from that corridor of Luna and Neville's with only once stop, which was to ask Hermione where she was. He was still holding his journal under one arm, the other hand jammed in his pockets. His face was down, trying to look as much in a hurry as possible. He hardly wanted to run into anyone... especially Harry. Or Lavender, he hadn't even THOUGHT of her yet...
And what did he see, exactly? This was one of those times that he was extremely thankful that Hermione would now (as they were older) listen to him before calling him a dolt. Usually.
So where WAS Hermione?
In his uneasiness, he had almost passed her. Sighing in relief at finally spotting his girlfriend, he backtracked and slide into the seat opposite her. He started to drum a pattern on the table as he waiting for her to get to a stopping point.
Ron had walked all the way from that corridor of Luna and Neville's with only once stop, which was to ask Hermione where she was. He was still holding his journal under one arm, the other hand jammed in his pockets. His face was down, trying to look as much in a hurry as possible. He hardly wanted to run into anyone... especially Harry. Or Lavender, he hadn't even THOUGHT of her yet...
And what did he see, exactly? This was one of those times that he was extremely thankful that Hermione would now (as they were older) listen to him before calling him a dolt. Usually.
So where WAS Hermione?
In his uneasiness, he had almost passed her. Sighing in relief at finally spotting his girlfriend, he backtracked and slide into the seat opposite her. He started to drum a pattern on the table as he waiting for her to get to a stopping point.