The Great Hall was busy with first years and existing students enjoying each other's company and waiting for the feast.
"I'm so hungry," Ron groaned, letting his head rest on his elbow.
"Dinner will be here soon," Hermione reminded him, flicking through a book as she waited, "And hopefully Harry will be too,"
"God, the two of you sound like a married couple," Ginny joked.
"No we don't!" Ron cried in defence.
"I hope Harry is alright," Hermione worried, closing her book.
"I'm sure he's fine, he always is," Ron replied, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm serious, I'm really worried about him, I hope he's going to turn up, he's always getting himself in to mischief," Hermione looked around the Great Hall in earnest but found nothing.
"Will you shut up about Harry?" Ron asked, his tone slightly bitter, "Harry will be here when he get's here, he's probably gone to see Dumbledore or something,"
Hermione clutched her book close to her chest in defence as plates of food piled high emerged from nowhere. Ron was too interested in the food to continue with the conversation.
