Seven Ways to Like a Weasley

"Hermione, do you think my ears stick out too much?"

She sighed, not even looking up from her Transfigurations essay.

"No. You're hair covers them, anyway." She shifted, re-crossing her legs.

"Isn't it weird how my eyebrows are blonde?"

"Not really." She rolled her eyes from behind Feline to Sapien: Transfiguring a Cat.

"My feet are too big, huh?"

"Who cares? If you don't mind, I'm trying to get some work done."

"Hermione! It's almost Christmas break! Three days until Christmas Eve eve! I can't stand to even watch you!"

She simply waved her hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Then go."

With a huff and a flurry of bright orange, her best friend stomped out.

"What was that all about, anyway?" She glanced up momentarily as another of her best friends plopped himself down on the seat next to her.

"Stupid, insecure red-heads. Since when does anyone listen to Malfoy, anyway? How's your Christmas looking?" She clearly wasn't waiting for a response, already plunging back into her reading.

"Dunno yet."

"Mm hmm." She felt a pass of cool air as the seat next to her vacated. Leaving her boys behind this break would be a change.

She closed her eyes.