It was followed by an eerie silence, the kind where you can hear a pin drop. My excuse held in the air; replaying in his mind, no doubt – causing hurt to show in his eyes. His back turned to me he walked to the door long shadow casting darkness on my face. Hand on the knob Ron stopped, unsure if he had heard me correctly, but against asking me again uttered a single sentence before stealing into the night. "I thought I could trust you Hermione."