A/N: It was a little too perfect for me. Hope you like it as much as I liked the movie! CX
Disclaimer: I still don't own HP.
"Girls, time to wake up!"
A groan sounded from the bottom bunk, a red, tangled mess protruding from its piles of pillows and blankets.
A giant, even bigger, frizzy, brown head immediately popped up in the top bunk. Hermione stretched once and got up, grabbing her wand and placing glamour charms on her hair, which didn't make a significant difference.
The girl lying on the cot on the floor sat up and started humming softly to herself. Then she got up and left the room.
On the way to the bathroom, she bumped into someone. A certain someone whose sweater she happened to be wearing.
"Good morning, Ronald."
She guessed that he was trying to say 'good morning' also, but it sounded more like a grumble.
"You should try some gurdyroot tea; it has special properties to enhance the drinker's voice. When one of my father's friends had a strong batch, he started talking Mermish. Of, course he couldn't understand a word, but nonetheless-"
"Luna," Ron interrupted, his exasperated voice more clear now. "Can you just shut up about your crazy creatures and everything for one minute?"
Luna's mouth, which had formed a small 'o', closed and she walked back into Ginny's room, shutting the door and laying down on her cot. She pulled her blankets over her head before either of the other girls could comfort her.
Hermione rushed over to Luna after a shocked moment of surprise, and Ginny stormed out the door.
"RONALD WEASLEY!"" She screeched. "Why in he name of Merlin's pants are you so thick-headedly dumb?"
Ginny's raised voice attracted the attention of some of the other occupants of the house. Fred and George popped their heads around the corner of the stairway. Ginny stomped back into her room slamming the door so the house shook slightly.
"You really messed up this time."
"I know." Their younger brother replied, sighing. His sister's yells had woken him up, and he realized what he had done. Trying to make up for it, he walked to his younger sister's bedroom door, knocking quietly, and said, "Luna, I… I'm sorry. I really don't even know what I'm talking about."
A yell came from the other side of the door: "I'll make you not know what you're talking about Ronald Weasley if you don't leave now!"
"Right." He said dejectedly and walked back up to his room without entering the washroom.
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