Oh, there Harry was! Ginny waved at him nervously, then blushed and hurried down the long stone hallway, clutching her tattered, secondhand books to her chest. She turned sharply left just before the end of the hall, glanced side to side nervously, and, after determining the coast was clear, whispered something to the tapestry of a witch fighting a dragon (witches and wizards had never been people for sexism). Ginny then stepped through, on her way to her next class.
"Neville? Neville, are you okay?" a voice interrupted his gazing after her.
"What? Oh, sorry, Harry. Yeah, I'm fine," Neville replied, shaking his head ever-so-slightly to clear it.
"I said, aren't you late for Transfiguration? Professor McGonagall doesn't take kindly to latecomers," Harry said. Ron was just behind him.
Neville glanced at the battered watch on his wrist and gasped. "Oh, thanks, Harry! I've got to go!"
"No problem. The quickest way to get there from here is to take the secret passage behind the tapestry of