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Who: Ron and Hermione
When: Evening, after dinner
Why: To talk
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
Hermione frowned at her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. She wasn't at all happy with what she'd written but couldn't tell what needed to be fixed. There was something off about the phrasing in the second paragraph but she didn't think that would bother her enough this much. Perhaps if she switched around the 5th and 3rd paragraphs and moved the information about defensive jinxes to the end...no, it still didn't seem right. Hermione resisted the temptation to throw the whole thing out and start again. There must be some way to salvage this.
She stood up and stretched for a moment, mulling the essay question over in her mind. Perhaps there was something she had missed? She picked up one of her books and flicked through it. She seemed to have gotten it all.
Shaking her head for a moment, Hermione sighed. Perhaps it was nothing to do with the essay. Everything seemed to be this way at the moment. Almost, but not quite, right. One small thing missing. She knew full well what that thing was, but had no intention of acknowledging it. That ship had long sailed and there seemed no chance of resurrecting it.
When: Evening, after dinner
Why: To talk
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
Hermione frowned at her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. She wasn't at all happy with what she'd written but couldn't tell what needed to be fixed. There was something off about the phrasing in the second paragraph but she didn't think that would bother her enough this much. Perhaps if she switched around the 5th and 3rd paragraphs and moved the information about defensive jinxes to the end...no, it still didn't seem right. Hermione resisted the temptation to throw the whole thing out and start again. There must be some way to salvage this.
She stood up and stretched for a moment, mulling the essay question over in her mind. Perhaps there was something she had missed? She picked up one of her books and flicked through it. She seemed to have gotten it all.
Shaking her head for a moment, Hermione sighed. Perhaps it was nothing to do with the essay. Everything seemed to be this way at the moment. Almost, but not quite, right. One small thing missing. She knew full well what that thing was, but had no intention of acknowledging it. That ship had long sailed and there seemed no chance of resurrecting it.