Sure enough, as Hermione returned to the Eighth year common room, McGonagall was sitting in an armchair with a quill in hand, recording ideas for the Valentine’s dance.  Luckily, the students were tossing out themes and engaged in their discussion; no one really paid much attention when she walked by. Ron did glance at her from his seat on the sofa, and Hermione glowered back at him. She knew he wasn’t Percy, but he hadn’t proven himself to be of any greater morals either. She had no regret when it came to altering his memories with the help of Blood Magic.