"What happened?" Harry asked again looking around. Spotting the bits of plaster coming from the hallway, he looked around the corner and into the corridor where Ron had disapparated from. "'Mione..." Hermione rubbed her face with both of her hands. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with after coming back from her camping trip on a work-free weekend Harry forced on her. He had worried about her, saying she was spreading herself too thin with work. She disagreed, but she had little to say when he managed her shifts.