Myth & Magic

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Ron POV

After listening to Professor Flitwick's rant about some extremely complicated charms, yeah, "extremely complicated..." *cough* Patronus *cough*, Harry, the Americans and I head to Potions with the Ravenclaws, where Hermione was already waiting for us from her trip to the library.

Thalia paired up with Hermione, I went with Percy and Harry went with Nico. I say that Nico is probably the most interesting and mysterious out of all of the three cousins.

And for cousins, apart from the hair and sass, they are quite different to each other. And unlike Harry, Hermione and I, they do fight quite often, and I don't mean the bickering Hermione and I do, more like as if they'd suddenly pull out swords out of nowhere and start attacking each other if they could sorta fight.

It was rather boring, well apart from when puffs of cold mist and fog came out of Thalia and Hermione's cauldron, that was kinda cool.

After class I head back up to our dormitory, Harry following right after me.

When ive finished closing the curtains around my 4-poster bed I turn to him.

"Don't you ever get that feeling that Hermione knows something that we don't?"

He shrugs "So, everyday about everything? Yea-"

"No I mean, something about the Americans."

"Yeah all the time, shes keeping something from us. And she calls the Americans 'the New Students'. It's not weird but 'The Americans' is easier isn't it?"

The noise of the door creaking open fills the room, and I can hear Percy and Nico walk in, whispering to each other in a different language.

Harry and I keep quiet, before I get bored and I grab a deck of Exploding Snap from near my pillow.

He rolls his eyes at me before obliging to the game.

We play for about 20 minutes, him winning twice and me, once. Not that I mind.

Until Harry makes the greatest suggestion ever.

"You wanna go find 'Mione?"

"Yes." I run down the stairs to find that we didn't have to look far.

Hermione is already in the common room, reading a book of course in an armchair near the corner.

Some things never change.

Harry sits on an armchair opposite to her and I sit on the floor against it. The book Hermione is reading catches my eye.

It's brown and crusty and old. With big gold lettering and border and no author. But it has a look to it where it seems like it's been read over and over again and loved by each reader.

Harry seems to notice it as well and is also intrigued by the look of the large book.

"What's that book you got Hermione?"

After a moment Hermione looks up and gives us her delayed response.

"It's a book that a first year in Hufflepuff recommended to me at the library."

"Who?" I ask, curious.

"Amelia Evans."

"Isn't she the one that bullied Draco on the train?"

"Yeah, and she shares the same maiden name as my mom. Evans."

I smile to see Harry smile softly. Then take a sip out of my waterbottle.

"Anyways what class do we have next?"

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And I got 3rd place for my classical solo at RDF today :))))
Not that yall care but anyways enjoy