Post by Ron Weasley on Apr 24, 2010 10:56:35 GMT -5
The lake was calm. The sun was high up in the sky, and the lake reflected off of it, blinding anyone who looked at it for too long. Ron Weasley was sitting calmly under the beech tree, letting the breeze ruffle his hair, and doodling. He was bored. In fact, he would much rather be in Defense Against the Dark Arts than this. This was terrible. He was drawing a dog. His Patronus. He drew it circling around an otter. The otter stood for Hermione, the one he loved. Ron wondered where she was now, but he was too lazy to look. The young Weasley wondered if anyone else was around to talk to.
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