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Hermione read over her letter again and smiled, letting her head rest against the back of the chair as she stared into the fire.
“What’s made you so happy?” Ron grumbled, as he stomped into the common room and threw himself down onto the couch opposite, his bottom lip drooping into a pout towards his chin.
“Nothing,” she replied automatically, and folded her letter, placing it down on her lap, carefully hiding it with her hands. “I take it the new tryouts didn’t go well?”
“Go well?!” Ron echoed, pulling himself up. “That’s a bloody joke! We’ve gone through four chasers this last week alone; it’s like we’re bloody well cursed!”
“Don’t be stupid, Ronald,” Hermione told him, matter of fact. “This isn’t the DADA position, you know. You’re just upset because of Ginny.”
“Of course I am!” Ron rambled, his anger gathering momentum as it rolled on. “My own sister quitting the team, and all because I’ve sided with the twins…”
Hermione smiled grimly, and leant forward, touching his arm. “She’ll come round. It’s just a shock, that’s all. They’re family; she won’t just refuse to talk to them forever.”
Ron nodded, looking up at her for a moment, and then before she could stop him, reached over and plucked the letter from her lap. He instantly jumped up, and held it high, out of her reach.
“Ron, no!” she pleaded, sounding tired rather than desperate, aware of the argument that was likely to ensue.
He glanced at her, his eyebrows knitting together at the tone of her voice, and then looked down at the letter, pressing his lips together as he read the name at the bottom.
“Bloody Viktor Krum?!” he spat, his face darkening. “I thought you’d gotten over him a long time ago!”
“I have,” Hermione said. “I’m allowed to stay in touch with a friend. Be reasonable, Ronald.”
“Reasonable?! I’ll give you bloody reasonable!” He threw the letter down on the couch, scowling at her. “First my own sister and now you’re betraying me too! What will it be next, Hermione? Harry declaring he’s had enough and he’s going to go and pal up with Voldemort? Malfoy adopting a group of abandoned flobberworms and making them a silk bed? The world’s gone barking mad!”
And with that, he marched to the portrait, and climbed out, ignoring The Fat Lady’s chastising as he walked away.
“What’s made you so happy?” Ron grumbled, as he stomped into the common room and threw himself down onto the couch opposite, his bottom lip drooping into a pout towards his chin.
“Nothing,” she replied automatically, and folded her letter, placing it down on her lap, carefully hiding it with her hands. “I take it the new tryouts didn’t go well?”
“Go well?!” Ron echoed, pulling himself up. “That’s a bloody joke! We’ve gone through four chasers this last week alone; it’s like we’re bloody well cursed!”
“Don’t be stupid, Ronald,” Hermione told him, matter of fact. “This isn’t the DADA position, you know. You’re just upset because of Ginny.”
“Of course I am!” Ron rambled, his anger gathering momentum as it rolled on. “My own sister quitting the team, and all because I’ve sided with the twins…”
Hermione smiled grimly, and leant forward, touching his arm. “She’ll come round. It’s just a shock, that’s all. They’re family; she won’t just refuse to talk to them forever.”
Ron nodded, looking up at her for a moment, and then before she could stop him, reached over and plucked the letter from her lap. He instantly jumped up, and held it high, out of her reach.
“Ron, no!” she pleaded, sounding tired rather than desperate, aware of the argument that was likely to ensue.
He glanced at her, his eyebrows knitting together at the tone of her voice, and then looked down at the letter, pressing his lips together as he read the name at the bottom.
“Bloody Viktor Krum?!” he spat, his face darkening. “I thought you’d gotten over him a long time ago!”
“I have,” Hermione said. “I’m allowed to stay in touch with a friend. Be reasonable, Ronald.”
“Reasonable?! I’ll give you bloody reasonable!” He threw the letter down on the couch, scowling at her. “First my own sister and now you’re betraying me too! What will it be next, Hermione? Harry declaring he’s had enough and he’s going to go and pal up with Voldemort? Malfoy adopting a group of abandoned flobberworms and making them a silk bed? The world’s gone barking mad!”
And with that, he marched to the portrait, and climbed out, ignoring The Fat Lady’s chastising as he walked away.