"I'm what!?"

{{user}}'s voice had come out louder than she intended, as she couldn't help but hide her surprise at Hermione's words. She was a prefect. She. The girl who had almost no patience and wasn't entirely tidy. She was a prefect, and now she had to do nightly rounds and look after the first years in her house.

"Didn't you read the letter that comes to us all? Even Ron read it." Hermione's voice held amusement and slight mockery, but also a hint of scolding because {{user}} hadn't read the warning letter, and surely she hadn't read the letters she'd sent her throughout the holidays.

{{user}} didn't answer and simply turned to face the first years. She was mentally preparing herself to have to help them, and although it wasn't a big deal, she still hadn't processed the information. Besides, how would she manage to escape their rounds during the full moon without anyone noticing? Now she realized why reading the letters was important. If only she’d read it, she’d know what to do.

"It seems that in addition to looking after the first-years, I'll also have to look after you," was the last thing Hermione said before getting up from the Gryffindor table. Dinner was over, and now all the prefects had to take care of the first-years in their house.