Date
Hermione scans the faces of others in the room with particular attention and, she notices, only Luna's and Neville's seem to be relieved by the sudden interruption of the treasure hunt. The former is probably still convinced that getting it requires setting fire to the pretty little box. She then observes the Chosen One, lying in a chair, his head resting on the seat. The others have also assumed a similar position, and only she, of all people, has remained standing.
"It's not necessarily over," she whispers, passing her thumb over her lips. Fred is the first to hear her and also the first to look at her: it is precisely because of her ability to never stop that he likes her.
"How?" asks Ron, quitting playing with the strands of her hair.
"It's not necessarily over," she repeats in a slightly louder voice, taking Ginny by the hands and pulling her up, "Go to Hagrid, maybe there's some matches in his hut."
Harry tilts his face and gets straighter in his chair, "Ron and I will go too, the four of us can search faster."
George seems to have assimilated Hermione's plan and stands up. "Lee, will you come with me to Filch's office?" he asks him, just as the prefect meets his gaze: one must go to places where matches are somewhat necessary, for there is no magic to fuel the flames. In fact, as much as Hagrid has his well-hidden broken wand, he cannot always use it at will, and the keeper, as everyone has discovered, is not a wizard at all.
Jordan leaves the chair and wisens the thickness of the wooden floor under his shoes. "Are you asking me out?"
" We might look in the Potions classroom as well." Luna suggests, tugging at the sleeve of Neville's sweater and putting some faith back into that adventure. Her question censors, with barely two seconds to spare, George's curt reply: would that have been a yes?
"That leaves the two of us." Hermione moves a little closer to the twin who has remained so far without homework and bites her lip. "We could try to see in the kitchens, though I doubt there could be any matches."
"It's worth a try, at worst we'll get two pumpkin juices and come back here and wait for the others."
Ron crosses his hands to his chest and, a little jealous that he has to go to Hagrid's hut rather than the rich kitchens, paints his own face with a grimace. "The kitchens are huge, it will take you forever to find a match!"
It is Luna who interjects herself into the conversation, smiling faintly at the offended Gryffindor, "It seems that many of us have forgotten that we are wizards, just use an appeal spell."
The smaller Weasley tightens his lips and agrees with her, allowing the air to fill with the sound of silence. It is broken by George, who, again full of enthusiasm, is looking at them with an excited expression on his face. " Meet us back here in an hour, let's find a damn match, boys."