Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

Just because you’re allowed to use magic now you don’t have to whip your wands out for every tiny little thing!

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.

I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” “I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . .

Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.