Well, Hermione's in the Hospital Wing. That's good.
How is that good? In my opinion, it only means that she's sick, and that's not good.
You are me. Therefore, our opinions are the SAME.
Wow, since when do you say "therefore?" That's a long word…
Oh shut up. Anyway, it's good because now she can RECOVER. Wow, that word has 3 syllables!
Genius.
Don't I know it?
Um. What am I supposed to say to that?
Yes.
I mean, if I don't know it. Didn't realize that fact.
Screw you.
My, aren't you in a nice mood today.
The girl I love has fainted twice. That's not good.
You know, I'm starting to think that something's going on with all of this fainting stuff.
You wanted to be the hero. And so the hero's girls always faint.
In the Muggle stories, yeah. But she's Hermione. Isn't she a little tougher than that?
Yeah…hey, is Dumbledore still in there, inspecting her?
Yup, I think so. Him and Professor McGonagall.
DADA. Honestly.
That's what I shorten it to!
You're a retard.
Please just SHUT UP!
Okay, okay…
Ron was waiting with Harry inside the Hospital Wing, sitting on hard chairs that weren't very comfortable. They weren't able to see Hermione yet as Dumbledore and McGonagall were looking her over. The boys didn't really see the point in all of this looking over business, and what Dumbledore meant by his suspicions.
But then again, they're boys.
They waited and waited and waited. After an hour, Ron and Harry had found a lack of things to talk about. And after another hour of memorizing their surroundings down to the smallest crack in the floor, the options for entertaining themselves were considerably decreased.
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared, and the two of them tried to sit up straight and look alert. But Dumbledore wasn't really smiling. In fact, he wasn't smiling at all. McGonagall was with him. She was almost frowning.
McGonagall's always frowning. I doubt it means anything…
Oh, don't try and block out the truth.
Dumbledore said, "Harry, Ron, please join me in my office."
Dumbledore murmured the password and the four of them walked up the stairs to his office. Ron couldn't help but say to the Headmaster, "Professor, I think you should really change your password."
"Oh?" Dumbledore turned to Ron, his grey eyes twinkling.
"Yeah. I mean it's really easy, simple to figure out." Ron waved his hand, signifying that it was no big deal.
"I applaud your genius, then. Perhaps I should resort back to candy…yes, a brilliant idea, Ron. Thank you." Dumbledore still wore an amused expression.
You SEE? He called me a genius.
He was applauding your mind.
Well, isn't that were genius is?
Whatever. He was being sarcastic.
I shall forget that comment…
Why, because you know I'm right?
…and consider it a genuine compliment.
Genuine? Are you trying to be SMART?
Real comment, then. Geez. You TRY to exercise your genius, and what do you get? Scorn.
Oh, THAT'S it. You know, I think you should give up on all of this genius stuff—
Shh. Dumbledore's talking.
"Minerva, Ron and Harry, please take a seat." McGonagall conjured up a chair for herself as Dumbledore sat in his traditional squishy one. Ron and Harry looked around, puzzled.
"Hermione is in a very dangerous position."
Great. That's just great.
