Ron decided that it would be a nice idea to take me to Hogsmeade for the weekend hopping to cheer me up. He never was the shiniest rock in the garden, actually he doesn’t make it to rock status, he is the clod of dirt in a rock garden. Half of my conscience is telling me that he is trying. The other half has its hands over its ears and is yelling, “Nah nah nahnah nah, I can’t hear you!” Yes Hermione Grangers brain is that mature, half of it anyway.