“You need to stop moping.” Ginny said, sitting down heavily on one of the plush red armchairs by the fire.
Hermione started, blinking rapidly to shake the fog from her eyes, her brain struggling to focus on the conversation she suddenly found herself engaged in. “What?”
Ginny sighed and kicked her feet up, knocking a few of Hermione’s books astray. The older girl glared at her, but Ginny just raised an eyebrow, daring her to say something.
“You need to stop moping about, Hermione. Depression is not a good colour on you.”
Hermione tipped her nose in the air and turned back to her Transfiguration essay. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Ginny sighed again and crossed her arms over her chest. She glared off towards the corner of the Common Room, where her brother and his tramp of the month, Lavender Brown, sat…
. “Ugh.” Ginny snorted in disgust. “Really, you think they’d have more class than that. Lavender leaves
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