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Hermione sighed deeply and tossed the book next to her, leaning against the base of a tree within their protected, concealed area deep into the forest. Harry and Ron were still sleeping; it was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to twinkle over the horizon. Hermione had always been an early bird, and a creature of habit; getting up this early was a natural instinct for her.
For a little bit she just leaned against the trunk of the tree, eyes closed in bliss and letting the refreshing, slightly cool air brush over her skin. After a while, the telltale crunch of leaves from outside the tent told her that someone was up.
"Harry?" she asked. Harry was usually up right after her.
"Why do you always assume I'm Harry?" grumbled an irritated, sleep-ridden voice. It was clear Ron was still waking up. She opened her eyes to see him standing outside the tent in a maching pair of hideous orange Chudley Cannon pajamas.
"Harry usually wakes up before you," shrugged Hermione, gathering her book and her blanket into a bundle, prepared to find breakfast.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
A cooing interrupted the silence that had befallen them; a loud, gentle cooing, coming from the treetops. It was a beautiful noise - like a wonderfully played piano, perhaps, or classical music. Ron stayed silent, his eyes flickering upwards between the branches of the trees before finding where the noise was coming from.
A large bird, with a long, delicate beak and soft feathers with a beautiful purple undertone soared towards the sun, wings outstreched. Hermione had never seen a purple bird, of all things.
"Beautiful," she murmured, eyes towards the sky.
As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, Ron's eyes flickered to her.
And that, folks, concludes Unsettling Nights. I hope you enjoyed reading this as I had writing it! Love, Emily.