I quickly walked into the great hall, my hair following behind as my curls blow in the breeze my feet are making. I'm frustrated to say the least but I don't know if it is with myself or with him. I glance around the hall finding the two familiar boys sitting at a table, I immediately make my way over. Sitting on the bench, swinging my legs under the table abruptly while my books get slammed down in front of me. Ron immediately starts an argument.