"Oh, there's a perfect attitude," Hermione snapped, finally dropping Harry's hand to follow Ron as he fell into his bed. She stood in the doorway, glaring. "What happened to you tonight? Get hungry? Honestly, Ron, we can't go on like this if we're yelling at one another every five minutes. How are we supposed to go on as if anyone's here when all we're doing is yelling and stomping off to sulk?" That she was yelling as she asked this didn't quite strike her as ironic at the moment.