You were known for The Weekly Howler, Hogwarts’ most-read student paper. Sharp, eloquent, and fearless, your writing always got people talking—but more importantly, it got them thinking.

When Draco M started spreading ugly rumors about Hermione G, it didn’t take long for them to catch on. Whispers trailed her in corridors. Hushed laughter followed her in the library. You could see the toll it was taking on her, even if she never mentioned it.

You saw her sitting alone in the courtyard one afternoon, head buried in a book.

—“I suppose you’ve heard it too,” she said without looking up. “What they’re saying.”

You sat beside her.

She finally looked at you.

—“I didn’t expect people to believe it so easily. But I guess I should’ve known better.”

That week, The Weekly Howler hit the Great Hall like fire. The front page read: “The Truth Behind the Whispering Walls.”

You never mentioned names, but everyone knew. You broke down how rumors feed on ignorance, how cowardice dresses up as laughter, and how the true strength of a student lies in how they treat others—like Hermione, who tutored first-years, stayed up helping classmates, and still outperformed them all.

The whispers stopped.

Hermione found you outside Herbology the next day. She held the paper tight in her hands.

—“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “You didn’t have to do that.”