Hermione nervously fidgeted, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited to see what the young man would think of her gift. She had forgone something academic this year in favor of something more recreational since she had buried her friend in books for Christmas, but she hoped she had picked out the right thing for him.
"It was one of the forerunners when I was trying to decide what to get you, but then I figured you had me so why bother, right?" she cracked, trying for a joke and feeling it fall flat in the space between them.
She chewed on her bottom lip as he tore open the envelope, fingers crossed behind the folds of her cloak. She could tell that Ron had been feeling mistreated lately, and when Oliver had suggested giving her tickets Ron was the first person she had thought of.
"Well, technically Oliver did," she pointed out, hands flying out of her cloak as she explained the situation to the birthday boy. "I know they're not tickets to a Cannons game, but it's Quidditch. That's okay, right? You'll get more use out of them than I will. There's a spare so you can take someone with you too, but choose wisely because you'll be sitting near Mr. Wood."