Ron left the table again as soon as he brought three bowls of soups on it. He left Elizabeth and Hermione for a while to go to the men’s room. He turned on the faucet, dipping his right hand through them. He glanced around for the soap. He found it on a ancient carved-wooden box.
He toweled his hands clean, looking his face. He wiped some sweat that was accumulating on his forehead. Using his hand, he brushed his red hair. He looked at his watch. It was quarter past one. He sighed, going back to the stall where the ladies were.
He sat on the chair, picking up the spoon, and tried some soup.
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