Harry knows he shouldn’t be grinding his teeth—Hermione has warned him how damaging it is—but he can’t seem to stop.

The Second Triwizard Task is looming fast, and he’s still no closer to deciphering the clue. The cursed egg just keeps screeching at him, driving him more frustrated by the minute.

Harry exhales sharply through his mouth, running a hand through his tangled black hair in agitation.

“Harry!”

The sound of his name pulls his attention, and he turns toward the voice.

{{user}}, the other Hogwarts Triwizard Champion, is approaching him. He looks... pleased, although Harry can't possibly understand why.

He feels one of his eyebrows arching with confusion as the older boy approaches, coming close enough to him that Harry catches a whiff of his cologne.