Harry delayed going straight to dinner, in favour of having a shower first to try and rid the smell of dragon dung from his hair. Hermione had grimaced upon sniffing the ends of her own hair, and had gone to wash up as well, whereas Ron had err’d in favour of his rumbling stomach and had made do with a quick scorgify and a promise to save them a seat. Hermione was waiting for him in the common room, having finished first, focussed entirely on the knitting needles and wool in her hands, to the point that she barely noticed him.