When the song ended, Kellen waved his wand again and turned the stereo off, again nonverbally.

They sat back down on the couch.

"That was wonderful, Kellen," said Hermione. "Thank you."

"You dance beautifully," answered Kellen.

"Thank you," said Hermione. "You're not too bad yours..."

Before Hermione could finish, Kellen gently placed his lips on Hermione's and gave her a most passionate kiss. It was not at all awkward or forced, it was tender and wonderful.

Hermione giggled. "Snogmeister," she murmured.

Kellen smiled. "I suppose I can get used to that title," he said softly with a bit of a shrug.

Hermione gave Kellen a playful swat on the arm.

She gave Kellen a grin. "Those sandwiches that Professor McGonagall gave us were unusual. I don't think I've had anything quite like that before. Peanut spread and some kind of compote?"

Kellen laughed. "Those were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. They're sort of an American staple. I take it that they're not common in the British Isles?"

"Ah," replied Hermione. "No, we don't really have those here. Professor McGonagall must really like you to serve us American comfort food."

"I take it that it's hard to get on her good side?" Kellen asked.

"Not necessarily," replied Hermione. "She's a very kind witch, really. It's true that she has a reputation for being tough, but that's only because she has very high expectations for her students. I like her a lot because she's so impartial and she challenges her students in a good way."

"And you like her because you have tea with her," Kellen said with a smirk.

Hermione gasped. "How did you know?"

Kellen chortled. "I smelled the chai on your breath when you rushed up to hug me at Hagrid's. There was a hint of ginger in it, was there not?"

Hermione giggled. "You never cease to amaze me, Kellen. You are so bloody brilliant... I really wish you could grasp just how gifted you are."

Kellen's cheeks flushed bright red. "You really think so?"

Hermione flashed a bright smile. "I know so."

"And for the record, I like chai tea too," Kellen added.

"That's interesting, I didn't think many Americans liked tea," replied Hermione.

"Hello," Kellen said with a dash of sarcasm. "I'm half Norwegian. We're not as famed for tea as the British are, but tea is firmly ingrained in Scandinavian culture. Bestemor Pernille makes some really good Norwegian Spruce tea. It's my favorite tea flavor, donchaknow."

"I've never had that," confessed Hermione. "It sounds delicious."

"I think you'd enjoy it," Kellen said. "Maybe one of these summers you can visit my family on our farm. They'll treat you like you're their own."

Hermione smiled. "I'm sure your family is delightful. I would not be opposed to that." She cocked her head slightly. "If you don't mind my asking, what else are you besides Norwegian? I'm just curious is all."

"British," answered Kellen. "Mainly Scottish, but there is some English mixed in there somewhere down the line. My mother's maiden name is Moultrie. She was born in the United Kingdom, but she doesn't really sound very British. She was still in grade school when she came to the States."

Hermione smiled. "The way you act and talk, I would have never figured you as having a British mum. You are Nordic to the core, Kellen," she said with a laugh.

Kellen flashed a funny grin. "'Ello, 'ello, 'ello. Fank you for going up ve apples wif me for a li'l snog," he said in a mock Cockney dialect.

Hermione immediately fell over, bursting with laughter. "Oh my goodness," she gasped. "Kellen, you are too funny."

Kellen chuckled. "That was awful, wasn't it? If it was, I'm sorry."

Hermione giggled. "Your words, not mine."

Kellen arched an eyebrow. "Can you try an American accent? Just for shits and giggles?"

Hermione shrugged. "I know this won't sound very good, but here goes... Like, teautally awesome, for sure."

Kellen laughed, but not nearly as hard as Hermione laughed she heard Kellen's attempt. "That... that's not bad. Though from what I gather, the real west coast dialect is more subdued; what we see in film and television are exaggerations."

Hermione smiled. "Well thank you. And some of the British accents in movies and on the telly can be exaggerated sometimes too. Though I will give credit where credit's due, your mock-Cockney accent is truly better than some professional American actors that try to portray British characters. Some of them are positively cringe-worthy."

"Look at us, we're talking like we're regular, non-maj kids," Kellen said with a slight laugh.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. There are benefits to being muggle-born, I think," replied Hermione.

"I am not one bit ashamed of my no-maj heritage, Hermione. I wouldn't dream of trading it for anything," Kellen said confidently.

"I enjoyed seeing a muggle-born like you clock that sanctimonious pureblood Malfoy like that. He's a right prat, and he deserved it." Hermione said.

"And I'll do it again if I have to. Pureblood means nothing to me," Kellen said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. "I don't hate Draco, but he's a jerk and I won't tolerate him belittling the people I care about." He took Hermione's hand and squeezed it gently. "I care about you deeply, Hermione. And any friends of yours, are friends of mine. I will do the same for them."

Hermione smiled radiantly. "I know you would, Kellen. I still can't get over the fact that you refused to rely on magic to confront him. That's very brave of you. He would not have done the same. He's craven, like his father."

Kellen smiled back at Hermione. "Great witches and wizards know that magic is but one end to resolve problems. I dislike confrontations, but I will do what I must to defend friends like you."

Hermione nodded. "I can't agree more with that sentiment. I think Neville needs to hang out with you more often. He's a very sweet boy like you, but he's impossibly meek. If he ever developed some confidence, he'll be a terrific wizard. I've only seen him stand up for himself once, and to be honest, he looked so sweet doing it. I had to cast a full-body bind curse on him - it killed me to do it, but it was for his own good. Harry, Ron and I had something very important to take care of even though we knew that we could have gotten in heaps of trouble if a faculty member caught us."

"Neville's a nice kid. He doesn't look at me any differently than any other wizard, he legitimately sees me as an equal. I will always respect him for that," Kellen replied.

"That's just who he is, Kellen," Hermione said. "He's from a pureblood family just like Malfoy, but he doesn't look down on anybody. He is a very innocent thing."

"It's good to know that not all pureblood families are like the Malfoys," Kellen mused.

"Right. And again, belonging to a pureblood family is more of a desirable trait among Slytherins. Most of the Slytherin families are interconnected in some capacity, and if you're not at least a half-blood, you're a nobody in their eyes," said Hermione in a slightly disdainful tone.

"It's disheartening to see that there's discrimination even in the wizarding world. I thought that folks gifted with magic would be above that," grumbled Kellen.

"Yes, I was disappointed to see that myself. And it's even worse because I've experienced it first-hand," sighed Hermione.

"You're an amazing witch, and you're better than any stupid Slytherin," said Kellen.

"You're a great wizard, Kellen. You've been here only a day and you already make Hogwarts a better place," said Hermione. She paused for a moment. " I've noticed that your uniforms are different than ours. I would have imagined that Ilvermorny students have robes."

Kellen chuckled. "We do have robes, but don't wear them daily anymore. They adopted a more contemporary prep school look for regular wear in the late 80s. Our robes are for certain events nowadays. They are a lot like the ones here at Hogwarts, and I dislike my old robes as much as my new ones."

Hermione giggled. "That's interesting. Maybe it's a sensory thing? The uniform never really bothered me."

Kellen nodded. "Yes, it's a sensory thing. It's not that I can't wear them, but they do bother me a little bit."

Hermione gave Kellen a look of empathy. "I'm sorry, I guess I don't really understand yet. You're the first person I've met - at least that I'm aware of - that has Asperger's. I know Professor Dumbledore explained it to me a bit earlier this morning, but I still don't know everything about your condition as I don't have a good frame of reference."

She looked into his eyes. "I may not fully understand your disorder yet, but I do know this much - you are not a freak. You are not disabled. You're a perfectly sane, and extremely intelligent human being with a terrific heart. I think the world of you, Kellen. You are every bit the friend that Harry and Ron are, and what I really appreciate about you is that I don't have to dumb things down for you like I sometimes have to do for them."

Kellen slowly wrapped his arms around Hermione, visibly touched. "Thank you, Hermione. That means a lot to me. I'm glad that there are people that see me for more than just an 'absent minded professor'.

Hermione smiled. "I can tell you're getting comfortable with me, as you're not stumbling with your words as much, and you are already doing much better with eye contact. That's not going unnoticed." She gently took Kellen's hand and looked him in the eyes. "May I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, Hermione," replied Kellen.

Hermione gave Kellen's hand a slight squeeze. "When I talked to Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall earlier today, we discussed therapy options for you while you're studying at Hogwarts. From what I gather, that was not something offered at Ilvermorny. Did you ever attend therapy sessions before coming here? Perhaps in the Muggle world?"

"My no-maj teachers thought I was a little different as I tended to keep to myself, and didn't really hang out with the other kids. They encouraged my parents to have me evaluated, so I went to a couple of different psychiatrists for diagnosis purposes when I was six or seven years old. They thought that therapy would help some, but it wasn't essential. Since my parents' farm is just outside a small town in central Minnesota, our options for therapy were limited as most reputable specialists were about two hours away in Minneapolis. Not exactly convenient."

Hermione nodded. "And if we brought a wizard or witch that specializes in therapy, would you consider attending sessions regularly?"

Kellen sat for a moment, thinking. "I would consider it. While I guess I've done something right to make it this far, I would be open to seeing a therapist if Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall believe it to be in my best interest. I'd even be open to seeing a no-maj specialist if need be."

"Good," replied Hermione. "Again Kellen, I really care about you. And seeing a therapist is not going to 'cure' you of your condition - I'm sure you know that - but it may help you find a way to express yourself a bit more easily. I know that you have all those emotions of anguish, fear, and pain pent-up deep inside you and you have to be positively miserable keeping them all bottled up like that."

"So, are they actively trying to get something set up?" Kellen asked.

"Yes," Hermione replied. "Professor Dumbledore is already starting the process. He and Professor McGonagall said they'd both prefer to use someone from the magical world to help you, but they will consider a Muggle therapist if that should fail."

Kellen nodded. "Did either of them mention how long it would take before I start seeing a specialist?"

Hermione shook her head. "They didn't. It probably won't be an overnight process, so just be patient for now - no pun intended," she said with a slight giggle.

"Would you like to practice some magic? We have nothing better to do," suggested Kellen.

Hermione grinned. "Thought you'd never ask. What do you want to try?"

"How about some disarming spells?"

"Okay, Kellen. Stand over there please," Hermione said, gesturing to a spot a few feet away from her.

"Done," said Kellen. "Wands ready. You go first. Give me your best shot," he added with a smirk.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione cried out. A bright scarlet light flashed, and Kellen's wand flew out of his hand as he tumbled backwards.

Hermione giggled. "Got you good, Kellen!"

"Uff da!" Kellen gave Hermione a look of mild shock. He grabbed his wand as he got up, and gave her a rather nasty grin. "Your turn, Hermione!"

"Ready," she said.

"Manus calorum!" Kellen cried out. A cerulean light flashed and hit Hermione's wand hand. She immediately felt an intense, searing sensation and dropped her wand. "Oww!" She shook her right.

Hermione shot Kellen a rather indignant look. "That was not very nice, Grimseth."

Kellen shrugged. "Sorry, Hermione."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You deserve the Dangling Jiinx for that one."

Kellen raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead. Do your worst."

Hermione swished her wand. "Levicor..."

Kellen frantically pointed behind Hermione. "What the hell is that?!"

Taking complete advantage of an utterly distracted Hermione, Kellen quickly zipped his wand in the air and pointed it at Hermione. "Levicorpus!"

Whoosh! Hermione went up in the air feet first. Kellen was rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Hermione was no longer merely annoyed, she was furious. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "ROBERT KELLEN GRIMSETH! YOU GET ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

Kellen got up and stood underneath Hermione, and cast the counter spell: "Liberacorpus!" She fell down, head-first, but Kellen deftly caught her before she hit the ground.

She glared at him with an intensity as if she were going to cast the Killing Curse on him.

Kellen felt the remorse kick in for tricking Hermione. "I'm truly sorry, Hermione. I was an idiot for doing that. Will you please forgive me?"

Hermione sighed. "You really pissed me off, Kellen. You were a total prat".

Kellen flashed Hermione the most charming smile he could manage. "I will never raise my wand against you like that again, Hermione. I promise."

"Thank you, Kellen." She beamed at her friend. "You're too sweet to not forgive." She gave him a little peck on the forehead.

"So no more dueling spells I take it?" Kellen said with a laugh.

"At least not for today," said Hermione.

Kellen flicked his wand. "Tempus".

It was just after three. "We should have a few minutes yet, just to ourselves. Would you like for me to get my six string and play for you again?"

Hermione's face lit up. "Do you take requests?" she asked with a giggle.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of an instrumental this time. Can you play Greensleeves?"

Kellen laughed. "I'm pretty sure that's in my catalogue somewhere. I'll be right back."

He left for his dormitory and came back with his weathered acoustic guitar. He played the famous English standard in a stirring, haunting D minor.

"You played that very beautifully," said Hermione. "You really are a very talented guitarist. I wish I could play like you."

"I can try and teach you," Kellen responded. "I'm not sure if I'd be very good at it, but I'll help you if I can." He took the strap off his shoulder and handed the instrument to Hermione. "Place the strap over your shoulder, like that." He smiled at her as she placed the strap over herself. "Very good," he continued. "The six strings - from bottom to top - are E, A, D, G, B, and then E again. Does that make sense so far?"

Hermione nodded. "I think so."

Kellen smiled. "Good. Before we proceed, are you left or right handed? It can make a big difference because if you're left handed trying to play a guitar meant for right-handed players, it might feel weird. I'm technically left-dominant, but I'm ambidextrous so I can play either way just fine. This here guitar is for right-handed players though, so if you are right handed, it should feel, well, 'right' to you."

"I'm right-dominant," replied Hermione. "I was wondering that about you a little bit ago during our dueling practice, you were using your left hand as your wand hand. I don't know many left-handed witches or wizards".

"Neither do I," said Kellen. "Here, take my pick. This is effectively your 'wand'." He handed Hermione the guitar pick. "Good," he continued. "I'd like you to strum all the strings at the same time. Optimally, between the sound hole - that round hole just beneath the neck - and the bridge, which is that black bar where the strings connect to. Wide open, don't put any pressure on the fretboard." Hermione did as she was instructed, and strummed a simple open chord on the guitar without using any of the frets.

"Good," said Kellen. "Now, try strumming up and down, but slowly. Tell me how that feels and sounds."

Hermione strummed up and down slowly, trying to find her playing style. Kellen smiled as he watched her gently strum the old beater. "Do you like the way it feels, Hermione?", he asked.

"It feels strange, but I think I can get used to this," Hermione replied. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"

Kellen smiled. "You're doing a good job so far. Let's spice things up, how about trying an A Major chord? Don't worry, I'll help you. It will sound terrific, I promise. Give me your left hand, please." He gently placed Hermione's left index finger on the D string just past the first fret, then her left middle finger on the G string about halfway between the first and second fret, and her left ring finger on the A string, closer to the second fret than the first. "You'll have to put a fair bit of pressure for it to sound right, Hermione. Otherwise if you don't push it down hard enough, it's going to sound wonky. Now strum again, just like before." She did as Kellen said, but it didn't sound quite right, like she was strumming a rubber band.

"I don't think it was supposed to do that," Hermione said. Kellen simply smiled at her. "There's another way. Try swapping your index and middle fingers, it might feel a bit more... natural for you. You'll still need to maintain the pressure." Hermione put her index finger on the G and her middle finger on the D, and strummed again. The sound was much richer and more resonant. "That was it, Kellen. Thank you." She placed her head on his shoulder. "You are a better teacher than you give yourself credit for."

Kellen grinned. "I'm glad you think so. If you ever want to practice, just ask me, I'll lend my guitar to you anytime."

Just a few moments later, a familiar voice rang out from the entrance to the common room: "Hermione! Kellen!" Several students made their way into the common room as classes wrapped up for the day. Harry and Ron approached the couch that Kellen and Hermione were sitting on.

Ron cocked an eyebrow at Hermione, as the guitar was still on her lap. "Was he... teaching you how to play his guitar?"

Hermione giggled. "Possibly. I haven't learned much so far, but it's obvious that he knows what he's doing. I can't wait to learn some more."

Harry grinned at Hermione. "How did your day go with Kellen? Did the two of you have a good time?"

Hermione gave Harry a radiant smile. "We had a wonderful time together, Harry. You should have seen what Kellen did to Malfoy at the end of lunch today."

Harry gave Hermione a cockeyed smile. "I heard that Kellen put him in his place without magic. Malfoy was a lot less smug than usual in our afternoon classes, that's for sure." He turned to Kellen. "Cheers, mate."

Kellen smiled at Harry. "He called Hermione that ugly 'm' word. I let him know that was unacceptable in my presence. She's an amazing witch, but he's too arrogant to see it."

Harry shook his head in mild disgust. "You would think that talent alone garners respect, but to many Slytherins, blood is what matters most. It's disgusting, really."

Kellen nodded. "I'm from a no-maj, or what you guys call Muggle, family as well. Draco sees me as even less than a muggle-born, he called me that ugly 'f' word that some ignorant no-maj people call magical people."

Harry looked at Kellen with sympathy. "I'm very sorry, Kellen. I've been called the ugly 'f' word before - by my own family even. It's very hurtful, I know."

Kellen smiled at Harry. "Yes, it is hurtful, but what was more important was Hermione's honor. Draco can call me whatever the devil he wants, but he will not insult my friends to my face. I had to teach him a lesson."

Hermione beamed at her friends. "I thought he was an idiot for handing me his wand before confronting Malfoy but he completely caught me off-guard with his confidence and courage."

Kellen turned to Harry and Ron. "And I would do the exact same thing for you two. As I told Hermione, anyone she holds dear, I will protect like Hermione herself. You guys are my family while I'm here at Hogwarts."

"Malfoy drips with equal amounts of arrogance and ignorance. I try not to hold it too much against him because he is the heir of Malfoy Manor and his father is grooming him to be smug. I think deep down, he knows he's that some of the things he's doing are wrong," added Ron.

"What else did you guys do today when we were at class?" asked Harry.

"Not much really, we were in the common room after lunch and we just talked," said Hermione. "He told me that his mother is from Great Britain, born and raised. That one took me by surprise," she added with a giggle. "And you should hear Kellen's hilarious mock-Cockney accent. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt."

Kellen laughed. "And you should hear her American valley girl accent. Good grief, that was a riot!"

"Did you practice any magic today by any chance?" Ron asked inquisitively.

Hermione and Kellen looked at each other, then the both of them burst out laughing.

"We did, but it was rather... disastrous," Hermione admitted. "We tried practicing dueling techniques. I successfully disarmed him, and then that stinker disarmed me with that bloody Hot Hand charm. I let him know that I didn't appreciate that, but he egged me on a bit so I tried to cast the Dangling Jinx on him in retaliation, but that Norwegian Knucklehead distracted me and then he put the Dangling Jinx me instead. He was thoroughly amused, but I was not a happy camper, to put it mildly."

Ron gave Kellen a bit of a disapproving look. Kellen merely shrugged.

Hermione smiled at Kellen. "But we made up shortly thereafter. He gave me this really sympathetic look and promised me he would never cast that on me again. I couldn't stay angry with him very long, he's too much of a sweetheart."

Harry turned to Kellen. "You must be very talented to be able to do that to Hermione. She's the best student in the school."

Kellen gave Harry a knowing look. "She is incredibly talented, for sure. I had to catch her off-guard to pull it off, it wasn't really fair."

Harry laughed. "I'm not going to lie, Kellen. I kind of wish I was there to see that." Hermione gave Harry a rather stern look.

"It's not every day someone pulls a fast one on Hermione like that. She's usually too clever to fall for cheap tricks," Harry added with shrug.

"So Kellen," said Ron. "Are you ready for your classes to start tomorrow?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," answered Kellen. "I've been more or less studying on my own for the past several weeks. I left Ilvermorny at the beginning of October so it will be nice to have some structure again. I like having a set routine."

"How did you pay for your Hogwarts materials?" asked Harry. "Did you have to visit Gringotts in Diagon Alley?"

"I haven't personally been there, but the Ilvermorny staff said that I would be given an account at Gringotts. I turned in most of my old Ilvermorny materials, and the value of those materials would be directly deposited to my Gringott's account. My parents are supposed to send a check to me pretty soon, so that should cover any remaining expenses. They said that they'll send enough for treats and such, so that will be nice. Professor Dumbledore said that I can have a temporary credit line opened up until that check comes in. There will be no interested assessed, so anything I borrow, I reimburse and not a cent more."

"That sounds terrific," chimed in Ron. "I'm from a lower-middle class household, and a large one at that, so it must be nice to have money."

Harry smiled. "Ron's family is blessed in ways other than money. Ron's family isn't very rich, but the Weasleys are a much kinder family than the Dursleys, who raised me. Mister and Missus Weasley look at me like another son. Maybe you'll get to check out the Burrow sometime, it's the neatest place ever."

"I'm sorry that your relatives treated you poorly, Harry," said Kellen. "Some people are cruel - they don't respect what they don't understand. They don't understand you because of your magical gifts. They wouldn't understand me of my awkwardness. My family would have been thrilled to raise you, Harry. My Bestemor Pernille is a no-maj herself, but she believes magic exists. She is a very traditional Norwegian lady and she's told me all these really fascinating stories about the Vikings, and about Sami shamans. You can't tell her that those stories aren't true. They are very real to her. And you couldn't believe the sheer joy she experienced when I got my Ilvermorny acceptance letter, she kept telling me that after many generations, the Grimseths finally have magic again."

Harry smiled at Kellen. "It sounds like you have a very lovely family, Kellen. I'd be honored if I ever met them."

Kellen beamed. "And they would be delighted to meet you, Harry. My bestie would brew spruce tea and bake munker and tell you all sorts of really cool Norse stories. She's always encouraged me to be proud of my Norwegian heritage. I have a Norwegian flag in my dormitory, fer corn sake."

Kellen turned to Hermione. "My Bestemor Pernille is very traditional. Yule is not all that far away, and if she knew that you're a friend of mine, she'd send you a white gown and a wreath of candles for Saint Lucie's Day."

Hermione gave Kellen a funny look. "With all due respect, you can tell her 'thanks, but no thanks'. I'm not putting a ridiculous wreath on my head," she said with a laugh.

Kellen gave her a cockeyed grin. "So you are aware of our Saint Lucie's Day traditions then."

"Unfortunately," Hermione giggled. "Remember, I am a bookworm. I tend to know these things."

Kellen smiled. "I know you do."

"I may, however, accept an offer of spruce tea and munker, and yes, I also know what that is," Hermione said, still giggling.

"Are you planning on going back home for the holidays, Kellen?" asked Ron.

"I think I will, unless something comes up that requires me to stay here. What are you doing?" replied Kellen.

"Assuming that my parents are staying home this year, I'll probably return to the Burrow," said Ron.

"I went back to my family for Christmas last year, if that means anything," said Kellen. "I guess I'll play things by ear for the next few weeks and see how things go. I don't want to take too long. Thanksgiving is coming up in late November in the States and I will probably have to make up my mind by then at the latest."

Kellen turned to Harry. "I know you don't want to go back to the Dursleys. I'm sure my family would love to have you with us for Christmas if you don't want to stay with your relatives. I know I've just known you for a day, but if they knew your situation at home, they'd insist that you'd come."

Harry smiled at Kellen. "I appreciate the offer, Kellen. I don't want to commit to anything yet, but that does sound quite lovely. Let me think on that for a while. I'll get back with you."

Kellen looked at Hermione. "I'm guessing you're going home with your parents as well?"

Hermione nodded. "That's what I did last year. I was planning on going back this year."

Kellen laughed. "If you want, you can come to Minnesota and meet my family too. Yes, you'll freeze your tucchus off, but it's nothing a warm sweater, some hot chocolate, and hot, crackling fire can't fix."

Hermione cocked her head slightly. "That sounds nice, but I don't know if I need to go a third of the way around the world for the holidays."

Kellen grinned. "My offer stands if you change your mind. My folks'll cover any expenses, so you don't need to worry about anything except bringing yourself and a few changes of clothes."

Hermione smiled sweetly. "Your family and furbabies do sound lovely. I'll think about it."

Kellen turned to Ron. "And you're welcome to come as well. Again, you won't have to worry about having to pay for anything."

Ron patted Kellen on the shoulder appreciatively. "We'll see what happens. If my parents are going to visit Bill or Charlie again as they live outside of the country, you can count me in."

Harry's stomach started growling. "I must have worked up an appetite today," he said. "I suppose it's almost time for dinner. You two might want to put your robes back on so we can head over to the great hall for dinner," Harry added, pointing to Kellen and Hermione.

The four friends made their way down to the Great Hall for their evening meal.