Hermione opened the door and she found John looking through some books and she sat down opposite.
"You're back soon," He said, not looking up.
"This friend of mine was being annoying, nothing to worry about."
"Who's this friend?" John asked, looking up.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "His name Ron. He has an emotional range of a teaspoon." John chuckled.
"Red head?"
She nodded.
"Not surprised. Most gingers do. One nearly tried to kill me at one point in the 15th Century." He shuddered.
"Not all gingers are that bad you know. One of my best friends is ginger,"
"Blimey, how many people do you know who are ginger?"
"A few,"
John rolled his eyes and snapped the book shut.
"I see you are looking at, Hogwarts; A history of magic. One of my favourites,"
"S'all right, though most of the stuff I haven't got a bloody clue what it's on about."
"Would you like me to teach you?"
"Teach what?"
"Magic."
"Really?"
"Of course. Though, I have to ask Dumbledore to allow you to have a wand…"
John grinned and winked at her. "I'll love to!" He beamed happily at her like a child in a candy store.
"Great. I shall ask tomorrow. Now, do you even know what century you are in?"
John frowned for a moment.
"20th Century. Am I correct?"
Hermione nodded.
John got up and cheered. "Yes! Finally, it's got one of it's dates right,"
Hermione looked confused.
"What you mean?"
"Well, sometimes you get sent to the wrong date. One point I wanted the 30th century and I ended up in a gladiator arena. Not good if you ask me,"
Hermione looked in awe at him.
"You went to the Romans?"
"Only for a short visit. Went to Pompeii on volcano day."
"Wow. We have time-turners, but they only go back for a couple of hours and you have to be really careful with them. I used one in my third year for my studies and helped a framed serial killer escape.."
John looked impressed.
"I heard of them somewhere. What does your school teach? Should be more interesting than the school I went to of course,"
"There are loads. There is Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration…." She went on.
John's eyes widened and he let out a low whistle.
"Nice. So much better than the school I went…." He was deep in thought and his eyes turned dark.
"What happened?" He shuddered.
"I wish not to talk about it right now…" He said and Hermione nodded understandingly wondering what has caused this rouge time agent so much pain. She suddenly yawned and realized how tired she was.
"I'll think I'll just have a nap for an hour. I have a free period before going to lessons. Can you wake me up in an hour?" She asked and John nodded.
She grinned at him.
"Thanks!" She collected her stuff and bounced happily to her new room.
John felt somewhere deep in his heart that he regretted going on this mission.