Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling
HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
“Never mind her,” said Harry, a little impatiently. “What did Ginny and
Dean row about, Hermione?”
“Oh, Dean was laughing about McLaggen hitting that Bludger at you,”
said Hermione.
“It must’ve looked funny,” said Ron reasonably.
“It didn’t look funny at all!” said Hermione hotly. “It looked terrible and
if Coote and Peakes hadn’t caught Harry he could have been very badly
hurt!”
“Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it,”
said Harry, still trying to sound casual. “Or are they still together?”
“Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?” asked Hermione, giving
Harry a sharp look.
“I just don’t want my Quidditch team messed up again!” he said hastily,
but Hermione continued to look suspicious, and he was most relieved when
a voice behind them called, “Harry!” giving him an excuse to turn his back
on her.
“Oh, hi, Luna.”
“I went to the hospital wing to find you,” said Luna, rummaging in her
bag. “But they said you’d left “
She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool,
and a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter into Ron’s hands,
finally pulling out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to
Harry.
“I’ve been told to give you this.”
It was a small roll of parchment, which Harry recognized at once as
another invitation to a lesson with Dumbledore.
“Tonight,” he told Ron and Hermione, once he had unrolled it.
“Nice commentary last match!” said Ron to Luna as she took back the
green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. Luna smiled vaguely.
“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?” she said. “Everyone says I was
dreadful.”
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