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"The nerve of her for not telling us she was made prefect" Ron mumbled to Harry the next day as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. "I can't believe you're still talking about it. I think it was pretty smart of her to not tell us, because she knew you wouldn't stop babbling about it" Harry grinned at his friend. He suddenly looked around. "Where is Hermione anyway?" "She's probably off somewhere shining the stupid badge" Ron sneered as they made their way to the Gryffindor Table. "Just because Percy cleaned his badge every chance he got doesn't mean Hermione would" Harry responded, sticking up for her. "Well, I don't care if she's shining the stupid badge, I'm going to find her" Ron said, standing up from the table and suddenly walking away. Harry looked at Ron oddly as he staggered away, for Ron had never skipped a meal, let alone for Hermione. Ron didn't know why he was looking for Hermione, but he just knew that he had to find her. He looked up in the common room. He snuck through the portrait hole and slyly looked around the corner. Hermione was sitting in a chair with Crookshanks, her large ginger cat, curled up on her lap. She stroked Crookshanks gently and sighed. "How could I have been so stupid" Hermione whispered to Crookshanks? "He's been acting coldly toward me since last year. Now I can never tell him how I truly fell about him." Ron's face went dark, he knew ((or thought)) she was talking about Krum. He looked down at the ground glumly and sighed. He turned around and walked out of the Common room. He decided that he didn't want to go back to the Great Hall to face Harry, so he chose to just wander around the school. He strolled past a string of classrooms when he came to a familiar door that read: OUT OF ORDER. It was Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. He abruptly pushed the door open and walked in. "Who's there?" said a squeaky, piercing voice as a pale ghost flew towards Ron. The ghost had long silver pigtails and large brimmed glasses "Oh.... It's you. Come to tease me some more" Myrtle glared at him. "Myrtle, I need to ask you a question," Ron said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach. He thought it was only because he had skipped breakfast, or maybe because of what he thought. "What do you want" She hissed? "My...err...friend has a problem with the person they like...and I was wondering if you had any advice for them" He mumbled being insincere. Myrtle gave one loathsome look at him and let out a long, earsplitting wail. She flew around the bathroom and flew down a sink and back up another. "Do I look like I would know" She shrieked? "All the boys made fun of me, saying, poor Myrtle, poor miserable Myrtle" She said, beginning to bawl again. "G'bye Myrtle" Ron said turning around to leave. "You're going to leave now too?" "You're not helping" Ron said rolling his eyes and turning around to face her again. "Well...if you need help with your friend" She said, slurring the word friend. "Then go to the Grey Lady. Now leave before I tell on you." "Thanks Myrtle" Ron said grinning, and without thinking twice. He ran up to Myrtle and threw his arms around her. Ron felt a sharp, cold chill run down his spine as his arms went right through her. Myrtle burst into tears again and flew off ranting on about how no one cares that she's dead. Ron felt embarrassed, but shrugged it off and ran out of there, too fast that he didn't watch where he was going. He smacked right into Hermione who had a few books in her hands that scattered all around the room. "Oh...hello Ron" Hermione said bending over to pick up the books. Ron bent down next to her and picked up one of the books and handed it to her. He looked at her dazedly and smiled. "Well...goodbye Ron" Hermione said, abruptly picking up the stack of books and scurrying away. Ron sighed and looked down at the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little red book in the corner of the room. "Hermione" He yelled, trying to get her attention so she could come back and retrieve her book, but it was too late. He walked over to the book and picked it up. It was red with a gold bordering with no title on it. He opened it up to the last page that had writing on it. Dear journal, Ever since I've came back to Hogwarts, it feels like I don't belong here anymore. Now I sort of wished that I hadn't brok... Ron was about to read what came next, when a large, green water balloon landed on his head, bursting everywhere.
"Icker little Ronnie Weasel got wet" cackled Peeves the Poltergeist as he threw another water balloon at him. But this time Ron dodged it. He quickly closed the journal and ran up to the Gryffindor Common Room. "What happened," Harry said laughing as Ron entered the Common Room. "Peeves" Ron scowled. "What do you have there?" Harry asked, pointing to the journal. "Uh... nothing" Ron said quickly, putting the journal in the pocket of his robes, not wanting to give up the treasure he found. "Well, we'd better be going. Astronomy starts in four minutes" Harry said, standing up from his chair. Ron nodded and they raced down to the Astronomy classroom.
OOC: Question: What do you think it said in Hermione's journal?
"The nerve of her for not telling us she was made prefect" Ron mumbled to Harry the next day as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. "I can't believe you're still talking about it. I think it was pretty smart of her to not tell us, because she knew you wouldn't stop babbling about it" Harry grinned at his friend. He suddenly looked around. "Where is Hermione anyway?" "She's probably off somewhere shining the stupid badge" Ron sneered as they made their way to the Gryffindor Table. "Just because Percy cleaned his badge every chance he got doesn't mean Hermione would" Harry responded, sticking up for her. "Well, I don't care if she's shining the stupid badge, I'm going to find her" Ron said, standing up from the table and suddenly walking away. Harry looked at Ron oddly as he staggered away, for Ron had never skipped a meal, let alone for Hermione. Ron didn't know why he was looking for Hermione, but he just knew that he had to find her. He looked up in the common room. He snuck through the portrait hole and slyly looked around the corner. Hermione was sitting in a chair with Crookshanks, her large ginger cat, curled up on her lap. She stroked Crookshanks gently and sighed. "How could I have been so stupid" Hermione whispered to Crookshanks? "He's been acting coldly toward me since last year. Now I can never tell him how I truly fell about him." Ron's face went dark, he knew ((or thought)) she was talking about Krum. He looked down at the ground glumly and sighed. He turned around and walked out of the Common room. He decided that he didn't want to go back to the Great Hall to face Harry, so he chose to just wander around the school. He strolled past a string of classrooms when he came to a familiar door that read: OUT OF ORDER. It was Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. He abruptly pushed the door open and walked in. "Who's there?" said a squeaky, piercing voice as a pale ghost flew towards Ron. The ghost had long silver pigtails and large brimmed glasses "Oh.... It's you. Come to tease me some more" Myrtle glared at him. "Myrtle, I need to ask you a question," Ron said, getting a bad feeling in his stomach. He thought it was only because he had skipped breakfast, or maybe because of what he thought. "What do you want" She hissed? "My...err...friend has a problem with the person they like...and I was wondering if you had any advice for them" He mumbled being insincere. Myrtle gave one loathsome look at him and let out a long, earsplitting wail. She flew around the bathroom and flew down a sink and back up another. "Do I look like I would know" She shrieked? "All the boys made fun of me, saying, poor Myrtle, poor miserable Myrtle" She said, beginning to bawl again. "G'bye Myrtle" Ron said turning around to leave. "You're going to leave now too?" "You're not helping" Ron said rolling his eyes and turning around to face her again. "Well...if you need help with your friend" She said, slurring the word friend. "Then go to the Grey Lady. Now leave before I tell on you." "Thanks Myrtle" Ron said grinning, and without thinking twice. He ran up to Myrtle and threw his arms around her. Ron felt a sharp, cold chill run down his spine as his arms went right through her. Myrtle burst into tears again and flew off ranting on about how no one cares that she's dead. Ron felt embarrassed, but shrugged it off and ran out of there, too fast that he didn't watch where he was going. He smacked right into Hermione who had a few books in her hands that scattered all around the room. "Oh...hello Ron" Hermione said bending over to pick up the books. Ron bent down next to her and picked up one of the books and handed it to her. He looked at her dazedly and smiled. "Well...goodbye Ron" Hermione said, abruptly picking up the stack of books and scurrying away. Ron sighed and looked down at the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little red book in the corner of the room. "Hermione" He yelled, trying to get her attention so she could come back and retrieve her book, but it was too late. He walked over to the book and picked it up. It was red with a gold bordering with no title on it. He opened it up to the last page that had writing on it. Dear journal, Ever since I've came back to Hogwarts, it feels like I don't belong here anymore. Now I sort of wished that I hadn't brok... Ron was about to read what came next, when a large, green water balloon landed on his head, bursting everywhere.
"Icker little Ronnie Weasel got wet" cackled Peeves the Poltergeist as he threw another water balloon at him. But this time Ron dodged it. He quickly closed the journal and ran up to the Gryffindor Common Room. "What happened," Harry said laughing as Ron entered the Common Room. "Peeves" Ron scowled. "What do you have there?" Harry asked, pointing to the journal. "Uh... nothing" Ron said quickly, putting the journal in the pocket of his robes, not wanting to give up the treasure he found. "Well, we'd better be going. Astronomy starts in four minutes" Harry said, standing up from his chair. Ron nodded and they raced down to the Astronomy classroom.
OOC: Question: What do you think it said in Hermione's journal?
