After my confusing encounter with Granger, I couldn't stand the celebration in the dining hall much longer. About an hour (and two more Butterbeers) after our conversation, I bolted. Now I'm in the training room, lost in thought and slightly tipsy, sitting in the very chair Ronald Weasley normally occupies when he's watching me during training sessions. Absentmindedly, I pick at the bottle label of the Butterbeer I made off with.