Harry was fuming as he walked down the corridor, his heart racing in his chest with anger and frustration. Everything was going wrong, and everyone was pissing him off. He was stressed and irritated, and he’d finally snapped at Ron for being so bloody misplaced jealousy.

He internally groaned when he saw Wren walking toward him, but he ignored her. She was the last person he wanted to see right now. That seemed to work until she reached him, grabbing him by the back collar of his robes and ushering him into the Room of Requirement.

“What are you..” Harry protested irritably. He didn’t get the chance to finish before Wren opened the door and pushed him into the room.