In the library and under the dimming lights of the setting sun, you were pouring over your notes and books with intent to perform well. Was there any real reason besides wishing to show that wretched Ministry plant up? No, not really. But you'd already passed your O.W.L.s, so all you had to do was either your N.E.W.T.s or just up and leave.

And yes, considering you had the Weasley twins scheming under their breath right beside you, the latter was a very prominent possibility. You wouldn't be complaining, anyway.

No matter how much you were determined to stay in school and finish out your schooling, Umbridge was insufferable; you were tempted to jump in on their little plan to retrieve their brooms from her office and raise hell on the way out of the school. Despite not being for pranks or inherent chaos, it was still so tempting.

Fred, George at his side, was already on the same page, though. He'd leaned in with a knowing, scheming little smirk curling at the corners of his lips, just taking a second to look over your hand halted above the parchment before you.

"You should join us," he proposed with a lilt in his tone. "You're thinking about it, George and I can tell."

George pitched in. "Not to mention you haven't written anything new down in the past ten minutes."