I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
Ron flashed his friend a grateful grin as her notes were passed over to him. He quickly dug into his bag, pulling out a quill and some parchment before getting started on scratching down a few notes. And sure, he may have been copying some of them down word for word, but only because they explained things in a manner that he understood.
“Thanks, ‘Mione. You’re a really great friend, y’know that? I’d be lost without you.”
She watched him for a moment but then turned her attention elsewhere – mainly back to her thoughts regarding Harry Potter. She was quite fascinated with him, but nearly the entire wizarding world felt the same. He had survived the darkest wizard’s unforgivable curse which rightfully caused him to constantly be the talk of the town, or so to speak.
She wondered what exactly was going to happen this year, if what Ron was true, that something was bound to happen. Part of her was interested in the adventure, but part of her was terribly worried for her new friend.
“I wonder if he’s going to be alright. Harry, I mean.”