"I don't see anyone else offering up ideas," Hermione said under her breath, huffing as Ron stopped in the middle of the bloody path and then pushing past him when he seemed to have decided he was staying right there to rub at his head.
"It should have worked." And she thought maybe it had been their wand work, and she held herself back from doing that again - because she'd been quite vocal about it back in the Shack when it hadn't worked. Honestly, it was seventh year. Couldn't Ron have learned how to flick by now? "We'll just have to find something else now." Her voice had taken on that bossy sort of tone that said it was entirely their fault that her idea hadn't worked in the first place.