" - oh."  He goes a bit red.  "I didn't mean anything by it."

"He didn't," Dean offers.  "He was just as mean about his own pet the whole train ride.  Bit of a git, I thought," he adds with a bit of a smirk.

Ron rolls his eyes.

"It was mean," Hermione says.  "You owe him an apology."

"...yeah, all right," Ron accedes, a little sullenly.

Hermione nods, and spins around swishily, and goes to sit down next to Harriet.

"...Morning," she says, voice quiet.

"Good morning!"  Her voice is still a bit prim, but with no ire directed toward her.

Tiny smile.

Big grin!

Tentatively: "How'd you sleep?"

"I was too excited to fall asleep for a while, I can't wait to start learning magic."  She bounces a little.