            Hermione chewed slowly, half-listening to Luna asking George about the details of the mistletoe. Ron had left for France, obviously. Either for work like he claimed, and he’d volunteered just to get away from her. Or he left for his French girl. The amount of unbothered she felt was quite astounding, really. In fact, Hermione felt rather thrilled, even if she did feel a bit selfish for wishing him gone. Then again, Ron never seemed to care about that. Neither should she, as far as her ex was concerned.