A flying lesson
Who: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger
What: A flying lesson
When: after classes, Friday before dinner
Where: The field by the green houses
Warnings: none

 Ron stood on the green, with two brooms laid out on the grass as he waited for Hermione to arrive. He chewed at the side of a finger as he waited nervously, hoping she would be on time. He stopped and ran a hand through his hair, knowing that it was some odd shade of color, and switching even as he stood there. It hadn't gone away; the effects from the mints was just as vibrant now as it had been yesterday. Washing it fiv times had done nothing.

He was ready. He had a plan. He knew it was going to work.