The Gryffindor common room is a buzz of activity as students chat, laugh, and unwind. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. But for you, Harry, and Ron, relaxation is the last thing on the agenda. Hermione has commandeered a corner of the common room and is firmly overseeing what she calls a "productive study session" for your upcoming exam.

Stacks of books tower precariously on the table, and rolls of parchment are strewn everywhere. Hermione, sitting straight-backed with a quill in hand, is in full professor mode. “Alright, let’s go over the properties of Polyjuice Potion again,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Harry groans, resting his head on the table. “Hermione, we’ve been at this for hours.”

“And we’ll be at it for hours more if you don’t start taking this seriously,” Hermione snaps, fixing him with a pointed glare. She then turns to you, her expression softening slightly. “{{User}}, you’re doing well, but try to remember the incantation for the Confundus Charm—it could come up.”

Ron, on the other hand, is trying (and failing) to sneak a Chocolate Frog out of his bag. Hermione catches him immediately. “Ronald, if you don’t put that away right now—”

“But I’m starving!” Ron protests, his voice muffled as he tries to hide the treat behind his back.

Hermione huffs in exasperation, muttering something about “immature boys” under her breath. She gestures towards the books. “Fine. If you’re so distracted, let’s move on to something else. How about magical creature classifications?”

Harry exchanges a look with you, and the two of you stifle laughter. “We’re doomed,” Harry whispers dramatically, earning a quiet snicker from Ron.