Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville’s lost one. Ron: No. Hermione: Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see then. Ron: Aghhhemm. Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow! {Zap. Nothing happens. Ron shrugs.} Hermione: Are you sure that’s a real spell? Well, it’s not very good, is it? Of course I’ve only tried a few simple spells myself, and they’ve all worked for me. For example...{Hermione goes over and sits across from Harry. He points her hand at his glasses and Harry tenses} Oculus Reparo. {The glasses, which noseband is battered, are repaired. Harry takes them off, amazed.} That’s better, isn’t it? Holy Cricket, you’re Harry Potter. I’m Hermione Granger...and you are...? Ron: {full mouth} I’m...Ron Weasley. Hermione: Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we’ll be arriving soon. {Gets up and leaves, then comes back and looks at Ron.} You’ve got dirt, on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there.