Recollections – II
Theme 9: Disapparate


It was well past lunch time, and the sun glowed orange over the horizon. As could be expected, Hermione Granrger sat in the common room, a book propped up in her lap.

"You can't disapparate inside Hogwarts," she read aloud. "It says so here. This is the reference you need for your essay, then, Gin."

Ginny smiled at her friend. "Thanks for finding it for me, 'Mione, I really appreciate it."

Hermione responded with a modest grin of sorts. "No problem, my pleasure."

She knelt down by the fireside, warming her hands. Outside, it was cold, and growing colder. She looked up: Ginny was staring, quiet, into the flames. Ten minutes later, she looked again: Ginny was still staring into the flames, quiet, her eyes glassy.

"Gin?"

Ginny started. "Wha-? What happened? Yes?!"

"What are you thinking of?"
A sudden, secret smile flitted across Ginny's fair face, but she immediately sobered up. "Um. nothing. So, erm, did you find the other reference I asked you about?"

Letting it pass, Hermione nodded. She began her tale of how Godric and Salazar had separated but, if truth be told, Ginny was not listening.

Her mind, as always, was on Blaise.