Who: Hermione (me), and Ginny and perhaps Ron?
Where: The Ministry of Magic--Hermione's office
When: Saturday afternoonish
Hermione was in a right state. There she was, in her office, crying like a blubbering baby. And it was all because of... well, everything. She hadn't had a decent conversation with Ginny in ages, not to mention she hadn't heard from ANYONE at all in the past two months. Ron, of course was a different story--part of the reason why she'd been crying in the first place. He'd written her: for the first time since their break up (which had been about a year and a half ago), he'd actually written her.
Yes, Hermione knew it was strange. In her hand she clutched the letter that he'd written. *What's funny,* she thought, *is the fact that it sounds as if he's forgotten all that's happened between us.* She wiped away the stray tears that had been trickling down her face and sat up at the knock on her door. "Come in," Hermione said with much grace.