"Accio book!" Ron called. The book Hermione was reading flew out of her hands and sailed across the room where Ron caught it. She glared as he grinned, quite satisfied with himself.

Hermione wished that Ron could try and do things in a more muggle fashion. Hermione's parents were both muggles, so she knew how to fit in. Ron, on the other hand, came from a long line of witches and wizards. He had never lived with muggles for any extensive period of time, except for a couple of disastrous visits to her incredibly patient parents.

When they first moved into the apartment, Ron had tried to put a few charms on the place to protect them, completely forgetting that magic of that magnitude was totally incompatible with electricity. He had managed to blow a circuit within their first two hours of occupancy. He had offered to go fix it, but since what he had in mind involved a magic wand and the place was teeming with muggles, Hermione had banished him inside and set about to fixing the problem herself trying to be friendly with their xenophobic neighbors who disapproved of her accent. Ron's father had pulled a few strings at the Ministry of Magic and gotten their fireplace added to the floo network. She tried to impress on him how rare apartments with fireplaces were.

And here he was, yet again, holding his magic wand and looking like he had just completed some complicated task, even though it was little more than a fourth year spell. "Did you want something?" she asked flatly.

"I was thinking, if you can pry yourself away from your precious books, perhaps we could try and determine how to deal with the evil vermin trying to do away with our world. But only if it won't disrupt your homework, that is."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright. What did you have in mind?"

Ron sat down across from Hermione at the table. "Well, first of all, we have to try and find Nikka Fowling."

"I haven't seen her on campus at all," Hermione offered.

"Right. But you haven't been to the nuclear physics class."

Hermione looked horrified. "I can't! It's at the same time as my linear equations course!"

"I don't suppose you could miss it just once? For me?"

She shot him a look that told him that no, she wouldn't be missing her linear equations class any time soon. Ron sighed. "Well, maybe I could go then."

"Ron, you'll stick out like a sore thumb!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, you've never been to any sort of muggle schooling. You could say something, or forget that you can't use that," she pointed at his wand.

"No I won't! I don't use it for everything, you know!" he protested and pointed it at the stove. "Care for a cuppa?" Hermione stared at him. "Oh," he said. "Right. Well, maybe I do sometimes forget." He got up and put on the kettle using his hands. "But no more! From this moment on, I'm all muggle. No more spells. I promise."

"Nikka will know you're a wizard in a second," Hermione said. "Just say you won't go."

"Okay," Ron sighed. "I wish we had Harry's invisibility cloak."

"Well we haven't got it. So that's out."

"I still need to know who's taking that class."

Hermione considered for a moment. "I could get a class list, would that help?"

"Yeah, it's a start. At least I'd have some names. Try and figure out what alias she's using."

"Fine," Hermione said. "I will talk to Dr. Fleinhardt tomorrow, okay? Now can I get back to work?"

"Yes, of course," Ron said. He pointed his wand at the book. "Accio book!" It zipped back to him and he presented it to Hermione who looked disgusted. "Last one, I promise," he said.

--

Hermione walked smartly down the hallway of the physics department to Dr. Fleinhardt's office. The door was closed but she could see that the light was on. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," Called a woman's voice. Hermione opened the door and stuck her head in. Sitting behind Dr. Fleinhardt's desk was a pretty Indian woman. Hermione recognized her as Dr. Fleinhardt's research assistant, Amita. She had taught one of Hermione's seminars a couple of weeks before.

Amita picked up a CalSci mug and took a sip, considering Hermione. "May I help you?"

"Yes, please, I'd like a copy of the class list for the P562 class, nuclear physics."

Amita frowned. "Why do you want that?"

Hermione was taken aback for a moment. "Why? Are they classified?"

"We don't exactly post them on campus. Is there some reason you want the list for that particular class? I mean, you're not enrolled in it."

"No, but many of my friends are. They wanted to start a study group."

Amita took another sip from her mug. "Them I suggest that one of them stop by."

Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but couldn't think of anything to say. "Well, fine then," she said. "I'll do that. Sorry to have bothered you."

Amita smiled and set down her mug. "Sorry I couldn't help you."

Hermione left, shutting the door behind her. She had to get that list somehow.