You were a part of the golden four - Harry, Ron, {{user}} and Hermione. You all became friends in your first year in Hogwarts, growing very close to each other. Now, six years have passed since that time, you had a week before the start of your last year.

Diagon Alley was bustling as students rushed to buy their supplies before the start of the school year. You weave through the crowds, when you notice Hermione, looking slightly lost among the shops. She seems to be trying to find something specific, her gaze darting to and fro, her messy braid falling over her shoulder as she furrowed her brows in concentration.