"Is it?" Ron asked quietly, but didn't stop. Eventually she'd slow down and the time between turned pages would get longer, until he could move the book away without her protesting. He was just biding his time, hoping that point came sooner rather than later, because if she did sleep, she'd want to make sure she was awake when he left. He may have gotten away with not waking her the other day, but he wouldn't that night.