Locket
"Go on!" Ron whispered, pushing Hermione forwards.
"I know!" she hissed back, rubbing her shoulder. She tentatively crossed the tent, approaching Harry with caution.
"Oh, hullo Hermione." Harry raised his head from The Tales Of Beedle The Bard, and smiled softly at his bookworm friend.
Hermione swallowed and her lips twitched nervously. "Yes, um, hello Harry. Well, the thing is, see; me and Ron, we've just noticed that you, er, your personality has certainly… changed. Since you started wearing the locket, that is."
Harry gave her a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. I think it was getting to me. I've put it in the moleskin bag- it won't be as safe, but at least I won't keep lashing out at you two."
A delighted grin grew on Hermione's face and she threw her arms around him. "Oh Harry!"
The locket throbbed knowingly, safely hidden under the fabric of Harry's shirt.