Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. What: A discussion of sorts. Where: Their flat. When: Monday evening. Rating: Maybe swearing where Ron is involved, you never know.
Ron was late home from work again, but Hermione wasn't overly surprised. His hours never managed to surprise her these days, and having him arrive home after 8pm was becoming more of a usual occurrence than an unusual one. Working on her maps as opposed to her homework in an attempt to prepare herself for her meeting with the head of the DMLE, every time she thought about it she was reminded of his deep voice asking her whether or not his wedding invitation had been lost in the mail.
He was an odd man and she didn't think she liked him very much. Not just for that accusatory question, either. Glancing up from her parchment as she heard the sound of apparition and found Ron standing in front of her, she put her quill down on the coffee table.
"Hi. Do you want to order something?" she asked. It might have sounded abrupt, but he was always starving when he got home. "I was waiting for you, so I haven't eaten yet." And she most certainly had not cooked. Her experiment with Fleur had gone fairly well, but she wasn't in any hurry to try and recreate it.