Glancing intermittently at her journal as she went through her spell books, Hermione thought Seamus must have been joking when she saw his entry. Drunk? That was just... She couldn't fathom someone in the D.A being dumb enough to go ahead and do such a thing.
Scrawling out a reply to him, her knuckles were white as she gripped her quill. Having expected Ron to sleep a little longer, she was surprised to find him wandering into the living room and glanced up as soon as she had finished writing.
"Nice?" Hermione shot him a look, wondering how in Merlin's name Ron found the situation even the slightest bit amusing. "He got drunk," she said, stating the obvious. "How completely and utterly stupid can he be?"