The next morning, I am somehow up first again. I get dressed, then silently walk over to Steph's bed to wake her up. Before I can pull the red curtains aside, however, a voice interrupts me.

"Where do you go this early?" I turn to see Hermione sitting up in bed, a book in hand.

"We run around the Quidditch Pitch." I answer, turning from Steph's bed to fully face 'Mione.

"Why?" She asks.

"With coming back to these bodies, we have the amount of power we would have had at 18," I answer truthfully, hoping Parvati and Lavender are sleeping, "so we need to work on strengthening our bodies to be able to cope with our magical cores."

"Oh." She answers, then puts her book down and looks back at me, shoulders tense, I frown, why is she suddenly nervous? "Can I join you?"

I blink at her. Had not expected that. "Uh of course. You do realise it's a LOT of running, right?" I ask.

"Yes." She answers, perking up. Anxiety? Hermione suffers from Social anxiety? I ask myself as I turn back to Steph's bed again, well, I shrug, she never made any friends in her muggle schools because of how she is, so it would make sense.

"Steph!" I whisper yell. She groans. But doesn't awaken. "Steph," I try again. "You've got to the count of three then I'm soaking you."

"One." She still refuses to stir.

"Two," I get my wand out of my back pocket where I keep it stored.

"Three. Augumenti!" A jet of cold water runs out the end of my wand.

Steph awakens.

"I did warn you." I say whilst quickly backing away from the gingers glare.

"She did." 'Mione adds from behind me.

"Get ready, we gotta go running, 'Mione's joining us." I say as I head for the door, hearing Hermione's footsteps behind me.

"You think Ron and Harry would join us?" I ask 'Mioneas we reach the empty Common Room.

"I don't know." She replies, going to sit on the couch. "Why?"

"I need to tell Ron something. And one is never seen without the other so..." Hermione looks at me but I shrug.

"What are you doing up this early, anyways?" I ask as I take a stance next to the door.

"Couldn't sleep." She answers shortly. I look at her, she's looking away from me, lips titled down.

"Homesick?" I ask as we begin to hear Steph making her way down.

Hermione doesn't answer, she just looks at me with a sad smile. "I am too, well- time sick." I inform her. "I left a sister back home. And my dogs."

"Ready?" Steph asks coming in. I grin and nod, Hermione gets up.

"Are we allowed out this early?" She asks as we leave and begin heading down the many sets of stairs.

"Well," I start, dragging out the word, "considering Dumbledore and Pomfrey both ordered this..."

"They did!?" Hermione asks, sounding surprised. I shrug and nod.

As we round the next corner, we spot Adam and Gregor coming around the other end. I grin.

"Heya boys!" I shout as they get closer.

"Did you write that letter, Emma?" Gregor gets straight to the point as soon as he is in talking distance.

"I'm good this morning, Gregor, what about you?" I ask with a smirk. He glares at me. "Yes. I wrote the letter." I finish with a sigh.

"What letter?" Hermione asks, speeding up to walk next to me down the stairs.

"I'm a bit mad at Fud- the minister," I quickly fix, "so I'm writing a letter to the Prophet to complain."

"Your writing to the paper about a complaint with the minister of magic?" She asks me. I nod. "What about?" She asks.

"He got proof a man was wrongly put in prison ten years ago, but found reason to put him BACK in prison to save on publicity."

Hermione just blinks. "But - if he's innocent-"

"One thing you have to learn about the magical world Hermione, they care more about public image than actual justice."

"That's wrong." She informs me.

"Don't I know it." I agree.

We arrive outside to see Megan and Hannah are already at the pitch.

After chatting for a while, we get to running, every one, minus Adam, generally at the same pace.

Whilst running, I get yet another of my brilliant ideas.

"Megan?" I ask, slowing down to run next to her, "how many Hufflepuffs are Muggle born or half?"

"Uh I don't know."

"Hannah?" I call, she turns to look at me, "do you know how many 'Puffs are Muggle born or half?"

"No, not really." I glare at her.

"You two are useless." I inform them before running ahead to get in line with Gregor, Steph and 'Mione. "Gregor, how many 'Claws are Muggle born or half?"

"Don't know," he shrugs, "they don't really speak to me."

"The lot of you are USELESS!" I shout.

"Why do you want to know?" Steph asks, I grin.

"We're gonna play a game."

"What game?" Megan quiestions worriedly.

"Rounders!" I shout, up ahead, Adam turns and runs back towards us.

"Dos someone mention Rounders?" He asks once close enough to not have to shout.

"Yup." I answer, "I'm gonna get as many first years to play it as possible."

"Sorry," Hermione puts in, "what's rounders?"

I stare at her.

Adam stares at her.

Here for stares at her.

Steph and Hannah roll there eyes.

Megan answers her, "it's rounders."

"You English people and stupid cultural speaking." I fake hiss, Hermione grins before turning serious again.

"We have homework to complete over the weekend, we can't spend time outside playing a silly game."

"Hermione. There are forty eight hours in a weekend. We are not gonna spend that long -" my grin widens and my eyes go bright as another idea forms.

"We can do a homework study session when we are done playing. That'll get the 'Claws and smart people in on it. And the others can get help with their work."

"Okay. So Hannah and I round up the 'Puffs to come outside by, what? Ten o' clock?" Megan asks, I nod in response. "Gregor and Adam get the 'Claws out being sure to mention the homework study session, you and Steph-" I shake my head.

"Steph will get the Gryffs, I'll go down and see if I can get any Slytherins to join."

"You really think any of them will join in a Muggle game?" Hannah asks me.

"Well, we can try and change the rules around to add in some magic, then say it's a foreign wizard game."

"That might work, but what rules? Rounders is quite self explanatory as it is."

"Well," Adam starts, "let's go over the rules, and see how we can adapt them"

Just then, we finish our run and, instead of heading inside to breakfast, we sit down to plan.