Hermione rushed around the house looking for her green ring, a purple sock, and her wand. It had to be somewhere. She couldn't have lost her wand. She was Hermione; she didn't lose anything. Running upstairs, she torn apart her room again. At the bottom of one draw her purple sock hid rolled up, most likely dirty. She threw it behind her, hoping it landed in her suitcase, and continued to search. Her mom appeared in the door.
"Do you need help?"
"No, I'm good."
Hermione smiled at her before turning back to the dresser. There was no way she was admitting she had lost her wand. This didn't happen. She slipped past her mother and ran into the bathroom. It was unlikely, but maybe.
"Oh honey," her mom called after her," your friend, the pathetic one, stopped by last week when you were at the beach. He borrowed some stick you had laying on your dresser. I figured you wouldn't mind."
Hermione spun around staring at her mother.
"Ron borrowed my wand?" Hermione said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Yes, muttered something about creating a dead zone," her mother looked thoughtful, "quite pitiful if you ask me. He needs more friends."
Hermione rolled her eyes at her mother. Ron had quite enough friends just not any her mom knew of. Obviously one too many; Harry was apparently still encouraging him to create a dead zone in London. Of course, nothing could be better than screwing with all the muggles' technologies. Hermione sighed and looked out the window. Sitting on the ledge was her green ring. Grabbing it she slammed her suitcase shut.
"Let's go."
The ride to the train station was relatively quiet. Hermione meditated, trying to reduce her anger before she saw Ron. Her mother tried to figure out what Hermione was so mad about. Hermione watched her mom fidget, opening and closing her mouth several times, trying to decide what to say.
"I'm sorry your father couldn't come with me to see you off."
"He never comes anymore."
Hermione shrugged and her mother sighed as they drifted back into silence. The countryside flying past quickly turned into London. They had just entered city limits when the radio went dead. Hermione almost smiled, but held back when she remembered she was mad at Ron. Her mom messed with the radio before leaning back in her seat and glaring slightly. Pulling up the train station, the awkwardness doubled.
"Well," her mom took a long pause, "I'll see you." Hermione's mother sat still not sure what else to say. Hermione smiled.
"See you too."
Emotions weren't really her mom's thing. Passing through the wall that stood between her two worlds she spotted Ron.
"Ron Weasely!" Hermione's voice thundered across the platform. Some of the older boys snickered while Ron tried to hide behind a pillar. Ignoring Harry's glare, she flicked Ron on the ear before letting him have it.
"Could you explain to me WHY YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO TAKE MY WAND?!"
"Well…I…I just…It was Harry's Idea!" Ron pointed at Harry, looking ecstatic at escaping certain death. Harry glared at him now instead of Hermione.
"Let's discuss this later, ok?"
Harry grabbed the wand out of Ron's pocket and handed it to her. Hermione accepted it knowing she was silently agreeing to never bring it up again. She hated letting Ron off like this, but it was much easier to just keep the peace.
"Fine."
Picking up her suitcase, she followed them onto the train to find a seat.