Hermione on Holiday
Hermione was having fun. Her old best friends had helped paint her bedroom, and they had been doing more laughing and joking than painting. Actually, it reminded her of being at Hogwarts and she had come to the conclusion that Ron’s ability to enjoy himself had rubbed off on her.
The walls were a riot of colour. Not what she had expected but as the girls lay on the carpet surrounded by covered furniture it seemed perfect. A reminder that no matter what happened, no matter how long friends were apart or what occurred in the interim, friendships went on.
The walls were a riot of colour. Not what she had expected but as the girls lay on the carpet surrounded by covered furniture it seemed perfect. A reminder that no matter what happened, no matter how long friends were apart or what occurred in the interim, friendships went on.