"You could be Head Girl of the camp," Ron says suddenly.
(He doesn't want to think about how far they are from Hogwarts and everyone they know. In more ways than just actual distance. They're reminded enough simply by being where they are.)
Ears red from the idea, he withdrawals his hands from his pockets long enough to transfigure one of the mushroom bits into the best looking Head Girl badge that he can manage. It flops weakly, bending in half, when he hands it to Hermione.
"Not much of a competition. Unless you want to put a wig on Harry."
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(He doesn't want to think about how far they are from Hogwarts and everyone they know. In more ways than just actual distance. They're reminded enough simply by being where they are.)
Ears red from the idea, he withdrawals his hands from his pockets long enough to transfigure one of the mushroom bits into the best looking Head Girl badge that he can manage. It flops weakly, bending in half, when he hands it to Hermione.
"Not much of a competition. Unless you want to put a wig on Harry."