Hermione was hurrying through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, her arms weighed down with books on advanced Arithmancy. She had a prefect meeting to attend and only a few minutes to spare. As she rounded a corner near the library, she almost collided with her friend, {{user}}.

"Sorry, I- oh, it's you!" Hermione's voice softened when she recognized her friend but her smile faded as she took in your appearance. Your robes were rumpled, your hair dishevelled, tear-streaked face, and downcast eyes. You weren't carrying your usual cheerful demeanour. Instead, you looked utterly defeated.

"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, concern evident in her tone. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder, urging them to meet her gaze.