Hermione bit the nail of her thumb as she watched the computer power down. All the facts and figures in the world couldn't make this place any more realistic or possible, and she came to that conclusion with the full knowledge that magic existed in the world if you knew the right places to look. Logically, such a place as this was beyond the realm and scope of one, or even many people pooling their abilities. She wasn't sure what she hoped to find anymore when she came down here to research.
Ron was an entirely different matter, because Ron she understood, whether he was 11, 18, or 23, she understood him, but that wasn't going to make this meeting any less normal. It also didn't stop the flurry of butterflies that were beating uselessly around in her stomach. What Ron had said to her when he was mentally unstable shook her to the core. Certain scars didn't heal over well, and for Ron, this was one of them. She could hardly imagine what it felt like to be told he'd get over it, when nothing was ever that simple.
She stood when she heard someone enter the room, finding Ron easily, and swallowing the shock of seeing him younger, if even only a few years, down and crushing it firmly. Five years was a long time, but it was not terribly long, after all.