I stared out at the gloom. It was consuming. It had been eating away at my mind for the duration of school break. I was waiting.
I was hardly able to stop the spread of joy, of finally meeting up with Harry again tomorrow. Hermione and I had been arguing all summer. Crookshanks was a bloody pain. She thought Scabbers was a useless animal. And she still called that a cat. Well. She definitely needed to sort out her priorities. She was a right confusing one. Then there was Lavender. Was it just me? Or was something wrong with her too?
Where was Harry when you needed him? Hiding from Dudley; no doubt. Mum had made us swear we wouldn't 'rescue' him this summer. Not after the flying car incident. Especially not after trying to use what Harry called a 'telephone'. I was sick of annoyingly stupid muggles. They always seemed to stuff up the magical world. I was glad there was only one day left for Harry to bear in the non-magical world. Mate, I felt sorry for him. Didn't know how he survived there long enough to make it to Hogwarts. But for sure I was bloody pleased he did.
I stared further out the window, beyond the hedges, noticing the gloom still lingering on the horizon. Then I heard footsteps, Hermione's footsteps. "Ronald Weasley, what are you doing? Do you know the time? Have you packed" I sighed and turned to her. "Hermione you do know how much of a control freak you are?" That was the utterly wrong thing to say, but now I realised I could not take it back. Her face boiled. I swear I could now see it start to bubble and turn a brilliant red, right in front of my eyes. I tried to cower but had no place to hide. "RONALD WEASLEY!" Emerged from between her clinched teeth; bitterly and ingrained with annoyance. Before I could answer, she turned and stormed from the room. Well now I had really done it. I had blown everything all over again.
