Saturday afternoon - library (open for all)
Homework had to count for something, hadn't it? At least he'd been able to find a quiet - and nicely secluded - spot in the library, at the far back between three tall book cases. The common room had been maddening, EVERYBODY there, because nobody could really go outside. And it was as if everybody has forgotten, in their focus on being prevented from going out, that the castle was big as sin and there were enough other places to go.
So they would be out of his hair and not hovering.
And he just didn't have the energy to sit with Ron and talk about Ginny right now. He just didn't. It made him feel bad and he tried to just read instead. Transfiguration. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't transform the rock on his table into a feather with a non-verbal spell. Once, he'd managed to turn it into a twig. He wondered if the rock was mocking him with that.
He doubted he'd become as good at this, as Hermione. He doubted anybody would become that good. Even McGonagall was impressed.
He tried again, moving his wand in the required way and thinking the spell.
So they would be out of his hair and not hovering.
And he just didn't have the energy to sit with Ron and talk about Ginny right now. He just didn't. It made him feel bad and he tried to just read instead. Transfiguration. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't transform the rock on his table into a feather with a non-verbal spell. Once, he'd managed to turn it into a twig. He wondered if the rock was mocking him with that.
He doubted he'd become as good at this, as Hermione. He doubted anybody would become that good. Even McGonagall was impressed.
He tried again, moving his wand in the required way and thinking the spell.