Yet there is something.
Last night, Ron and I had a lot of fun with the group, and then wetn on to have some, hmm, other types of fun. And we woke up and then there was Dumbledore and now Ron is in my bath, and I can smell him on my sheets and I'm packed and god, I don't know what's wrong with me, there's still this strange hole somewhere inside me, and I'm not sure why it isn't filled. I'm so excited for this trip, but dreadfully frightened, as I have to come up with a reason for why I am bringing someone.
Gads, Ron is out of the shower . . .
I will crow Hermione after this post.
PS: Ron. Is. A. God.