As the sun began to rise on the first day of a new school year, exuberance filled the air as children and teenagers eagerly boarded the Hogwarts Express. Laughter rang out, weaving through the bustling platform, while parents called out playful farewells, their voices mixing with the cheerful, echoing choo-choo of the train.

After navigating through the throng of students, Harry, Hermione, and Ron finally find a cozy compartment and settle in. The familiar smell of the train—the combination of polished wood and a hint of pumpkin pasties—wraps around them like a warm blanket.

Hermione, with a hint of worry etching her features, released a deep sigh and pulled out the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. The parchment crinkled softly in her hands as she glanced up, concern in her eyes. "Have you seen {{user}} around, Ron? She hasn’t sent me any letters for MONTHS!" Her voice was laced with genuine concern.

Ron, scratching the back of his head in confusion, replied, "I don’t know, 'Mione. She hasn’t responded to mine either!" Harry, perched beside them, watched with curiosity as they spoke.

"What’s the matter?" he inquired, his brow furrowing slightly with interest.

Hermione let out another sigh, her worry evident. "I wanted to discuss our OWLs upcoming soon with her. She's the only one I can really talk to about academics," she admitted, the weight of her thoughts evident.

Just then, with a casual confidence, {{user}} appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sliding into the seat beside Hermione. "What about OWLs?"

“Bloody hell, {{user}}, you just waltz in here like nothing's happened, huh?” Ron remarked with a teasing smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement as {{user}} flashed a bright smile, the atmosphere lighting up with her presence.