194. Twilight
"This book is utterly ridiculous!" Hermione finally roared, slamming the tome onto the rickety end table beside the scarlet chair she had just before been curled into. Her sudden outburst caused the two sixteen-year-olds beside her to jerk violently, the redhead spilling black ink all over the carpet and the raven-haired stabbing himself with his own quill.
"It defies all logic! I've read hundreds of books on Vampires, and let me tell you, nothing said anything about sparkling!" she continued, paying no mind to the obvious discomfort the other two were experiencing. "Feeding only on animal blood and still retaining the energy to survive? Absolutely ludicrous!"
After several loud minutes, once Hermione had finished her rant and retired simply to fuming indignantly with her arms crossed over her chest and legs tucked underneath her, Ron bit his lip.
"I dunno, 'Mione, for a romance novel it doesn't seem half bad. I mean, not that I've read it, or anything... but, y'know, artistic license and all that?"
When he received a skeptical glance from the bushy brunette, Ron stuttered and reiterated.
"I-I mean... erm... Lavender seems to like it."
Harry laughed, but after seeing Hermione's dangerously raised eyebrows, stifled it by shoving a hand in his mouth. Hermione frowned, then turned back to the abashed redhead to her right.
"Lavender also adores you, Ron, so I wouldn't trust her preferences."
Ron spluttered. Hermione smirked.