Room 308, Tuesday evening

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Hermione was studying, which probably came as a surprise to no one. Classes were back in session, she didn't have any evil principals to plot against, and that meant her priorities were blissfully back to normal. So there she was, at her desk, with a book on mathematical theory and knitting needles spelled nearby to make some more hats for the Hogwarts elves. She was sure Ginny would distribute them if she asked.

[Door and post, both open. Plz distract the bookworm.]

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[he-lived.livejournal.com]

What with this only being the second week of classes, Harry was fairly certain he'd need to go bother Hermione and make her do something fun.

Which was why a very, very bored Harry was poking his head in. "That book looks fascinating."

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Hermione turned around in her chair, waving him in. "It is! But I know you're lying. Hello anyway, Harry."

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"What is it?" he wondered, wandering in and looking around. "Hey, look, I'm in your room and there're no stairs to be chucked down or anything."

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"Mathematical theory. I don't think I did as well on the placement test as I would have liked," she explained. "And oh, I almost forgot about that. A lot of the students here live boy/girl in the rooms, so it's probably more convenient that they don't get thrown down the stairs for it."

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"...boy/girl? Really? And I got stuck with him?"

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"Your roommate's that bad?" Hermione asked.

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"It's like living with Dudley, only Dudley looks like he works out all the time."

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Hermione frowned and said, "If it's really that bad, you can always request a transfer..."

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"He called my wand a stick!" Harry continued. "Repeatedly!"

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Hey Harry," Ron said with a wave. "What's the good word?"

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Ron," Harry replied, waving. "Heard anything more from Ginny?"

Totally natural curiosity.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"No," Ron grimaced. "I haven't written back. I keep breaking my quills."

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"I could loan you some!" Harry offed helpfully and selflessly.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"If you're so keen to hear about her snogging Dean, you can write her yourself," Ron said rolling his eyes. "Besides we'll be seeing her soon enough. We just need to pick a date to go back to Hogwarts."

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

"I could write her myself," Harry mused. "And whenever we pick, it'd better be a weekend or we'll miss class. Not that I care but we'd never hear the end of it."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron shot a glance over to Hermione and rolled his eyes. "She'd go mental if she skipped a class. You haven't told her anything about the plan have you?"

[he-lived.livejournal.com]

Harry shook his head. "It's your plan, mate."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron, who was also bored, wandered across the hallway and poked his head in the door.

And there was Hermione studying. Oh shocker.

"Hogwarts: A History?"

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"No, this is mathematical theory," Hermione greeted him. "But I have that one as well." And patted the copy of Hogwarts: A History standing up on her desk for easy reference.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Ron said rolling his eyes. "Is there a Fandom: A History as well?"

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"I haven't found it yet," Hermione said, looking disappointed. "I've looked. If I could find more information, I'd be half tempted to write it myself."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron sighed dramatically. "Obviously you've been away from Harry and I too long because you've gone mental on us. Honestly, why write a book?"

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"I have not gone mental!" she protested. "With all that happens around here, someone should write a book, if only so this is all recorded somewhere."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Why ? So only you can read it and memorize from cover to cover and bring it up at ever opportunity?" Ron asked as he looked for a place to sit.

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That pretty much left the bed, unless he wanted to venture onto Rikku's side of the room. "I could do that whether I wrote it or not," she pointed out.