The alarm clock radio clicked on, it was 5:30 a.m. Hermione rolled over, to meet a butt right in her face. "Lavender! Lavender, get up!" Lavender moaned and reached up to turn off the radio, Disturbed is not a good thing to wake up to. Lavender and her bad aim, sent mold encrusted coffee cups and saucers flying across the room, and then finally managing to FIND the alarm clock, she picked it up and sent it, along with the nightstand soaring across the room and into the closet. "Frickin crap! It's fricking 5:30!!!" wailed Hermione. "5:31." "Shut-up Lavender." Hermione shoved a pillow in her face. Lavender tried to dodge the pillow and ended up falling off the bed and into the floor. "Oh my God! Where's the rings?!?!?" Hermione bolted straight up. "You mean you don't know!" "Hermione, if I knew would I be as bloody frantic as I am now?" Hermione rolled her eyes and kept looking; ripping the bed apart. "It's not in the bed." She said standing up on top of it. "They're not under the bed either." "They're on your fingers you doosh-bag!" Hermione looked down at her hand, and looking back at her were the three silver rings. Grabbing her bag, she said, "Let's go." Lavender looked nervous and somewhat insecure as she lifted up her duffle. "It'll be fine Lav! It's just Harry and Ron!" Lavender nodded and gave a weak smile.