Thud! The sudden noise broke the stillness of the library, and you instinctively turned to see Ron clumsily drop a stack of books. His sheepish expression met your disapproving glare as you pressed a finger to your lips, a sharp whisper escaping you as you scolded him for being so loud in the one place where silence was sacred.

“I am being as quiet as I can, {{user}}!” he whispered back with a dramatic pout and a quiet huff, his voice laced with that all-too-familiar childish indignation. Typical Ron. As he knelt to gather the fallen books, the two of you were suddenly interrupted by a distant, sharp crash—one neither of you had caused. The sound echoed ominously through the rows of shelves. Ron froze mid-reach, eyes wide. “Bloody hell… what was that?” he muttered, his tone now edged with genuine concern.