Lunch time!
"Coo-ed ee pad mih deer sualat?"
"Harry, none of us can understand you when you speak with your mouth full."
"Sorry, Hermione. Could you pass me the salt? Please?"
"Fine. Here you go."
"Thanks."
"Ron? You seem a little tense."
"Erm, sure sure, go ahead, Hermione."
"Ron? Are you even paying attention? Is Harry's eating getting to you?"
"Hey! I don't eat that bad!"
"But normally you eat with more manners. Maybe Ron thinks it's the apocalypse or something because all the little small things are going completely wrong."
"I think you're either overreacting or slightly unclear on some details…"
"Are you insulting my intelligence?"
"Oh, no, never!"
"Damn it! He didn't even notice we were fighting! What the hell is wrong with him?"
"Hermione! Did you just swear?!"
"Why is it that he heard your swearing but not our fighting?"
"I don't know, but no one seems to have ever heard me swear before. It's strange. Even Malfoy never noticed it!"
"Malfoy? Since when do you mingle with MALFOY for Pete's sake?"
"None of your business, Ron. You'll see later."
"Later when?"
"In a few hours, Harry. No need to worry."
"…"
"…"
"Shit, why are you two so silent all of a sudden?!?!"
"She did it again."
"I know, Ron, it's the apocalypse."