"Harry! Harry!"
Harry turned around to see his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, walking toward him from opposite directions, and was shocked at the change in their appearances. Hermione looked stunning, (somehow, this always came as a surprise to him) her hair impossibly shiny, no doubt the result of her advanced spellwork, so far removed from the bushiness he was accustomed to. She was curvier than he remembered, and holding her hand was none other than Viktor Krum! However, Ron looked just the opposite. His hair was dyed dark, though you could still see traces of orange, and his skin was a chalky white. He wore tight jeans, (maybe borrowed from Ginny?) and a black shirt with the name of a band Harry had never heard of scrawled in red. He looked, well, emo. (Or maybe goth? Harry didn't really keep up with pop culture.) As he dawdled foward, Harry distinctly heard him mutter "He isn't even that good of a Quidditch player."
Ah. So Hermione had a new boyfriend, but evidently Ron had not gotten over Hermione. Harry wondered what had caused the break-up. They seemed so happy together...