Sunlight poured through the windows, giving a natural feel to the room. It was quiet, save for the soft chatter of studying students. As you walked, you ran your finger along the books. Your eyes lazily flitting over the sides.

As you reach for a book, you bump heads with someone reaching for said book. Both of you pull away; your hand naturally goes to rub your head. Instinctively, you go to snap at the student.

Your words caught in your throat as you saw Harry Potter standing there.