I made my way up to the Great Hall for breakfast on Saturday morning having showered and pulled my dark brown curled hair into a high ponytail in an attempt to make my vision literally less interfered with. It wasn't helping as much as I wanted it to. I wasn't even sure anyone else would be up this early, usually students slept late whenever they could but I had no intention of colliding with Draco in the common room this morning. Or at all, for at least the rest of the day if I could help it. I spotted Hermione's thick hair at the end of the Gryffindor table, she was calmly drinking pumpkin juice while flipping through a book that was likely as complex as it was fascinating.

"Hey Hermione," I greeted as I sat down across from her, the hall was fairly empty apart from a few groups (mostly lower years that weren't as exhausted from their lesser workload) engaging in wizard chess and trivial conversation.

"Oh, good morning Irma," She said looking up from her book, having been so engrossed she hadn't noticed me until I spoke, "It's a bit early for you isn't it?"

I laughed slightly, it's true that I tend to be rather sloth like over weekend mornings, "I suppose I just fancied getting the most out of today since I have no work to be doing."

She beamed in appreciation of my studious attitude, "Do you think you'd like to come to Hogsmeade with me then? I have a few extra supplies that I'd like to pick up today as soon as possible."

I was about to express my uncertainty about going to Hogsmeade today with some fictitious excuse to replace the fact that I didn't want to accidently come across Draco and likely be cornered into discussing the incident last night in the common room. Saving me from this, Harry and Ron stormed into the hall looking like they'd rolled out of bed and all the way down from Gryffindor tower they were so dishevelled.

"I can't believe she's sprung this on us an hour in advance, can you imagine the look on their faces when we're all falling asleep on our brooms?" Ron questioned, seemingly to the whole universe, in his frustration.

"What's got you two so riled?" Hermione asked calmly.

"Bloody Angelina!" Ron exclaimed as he flumped down in the seat next to her and dropped his head into his hands with a huff, I don't think I'd ever seen him out of bed this early. Hermione and I turned to look at Harry for a more complete answer.

"Angelina's put the Quidditch team in for a test match against Slytherin this morning since Ravenclaw had to drop out because their chasers have both taken ill with the flu." He explained.

Hermione was sympathetic to their plight suggesting all sorts of ways for them to achieve a higher energy level state (mostly from food or running but it was very kind of her all the same), I couldn't help being quietly thrilled. Draco was the seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team so he'd be in the castle for a substantial amount of time that he wouldn't be able to go to Hogsmeade by the time the test match was done. So I'd be able to avoid him for the whole morning and a good portion of the afternoon as well.

"I was going to go to Honeydukes today and have a nice relax in the common room and now I'm stuck playing bloody Quidditch at stupid o'clock in the overcast." I zoned back into the conversation to Ron complaining again.

"Really Ronald, it could be a lot worse, I think you're over-reacting." Hermione stated in a similar tone to the one I'd heard her use in ancient runes classes when she was pointing out something everyone seemed to have missed.

"On a related note, what time do you want to head off to Hogsmeade, Hermione?" I took advantage of the lapse in conversation to secure that I was accepting her invitation.

"Well, I'll need to collect my list and money from the tower so we could leave around eleven for a slow walk down?" She suggested.

"It's like your rubbing it in my face." Ron said begrudgingly as I nodded to Hermione's plan. He perked up notably when she promised to bring him back something nice from Honeydukes if he would stop being so moody.