Telling Vicktor
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Ron and Hermione were sleeping soundly in their flat. Well, Ron was. "Stop Snoring! RONALD!" Cried a perfectly awake Hermione as she threw a pillow at him. "What?" Mumbled Ron turning to face his girlfriend. He now had one eye open but opened them both as Hermione got out of bed and flung open their suitcases. "Right, I've decided," she said to no one in particular and fumbled around for her wand in the darkness. Ron mumbled "Accio Hermione's wand," and he passed her zooming wand to her. "Um, Hermione?" "What is it Ron?" Hermione said briskly as she pulled all their clothes into piles and started to put them in the suitcases. Then she found a huge mound of books and began putting them into piles. "What are you doing?" Ron gaped as she pulled him out of bed and threw some of his clothes on him. "We're going." She said firmly as she finished flicking through her books and began getting changed. "Where!" cried an exsparated Ron, putting his own clothes on, " And why now!" he added, wishing Hermione gave simpler and easier to understand answers. "Bulgaria-to-see-Vicktor-to-invite-our-wedding-and-go-on-holiday," Hermione panted in a matter-of-factly way.