Hermione had declared it a “productive study session.” You should have known better.

The plan was simple: you, Hermione, Harry, and Ron, all gathered in the Gryffindor common room with books, parchment, and quills, determined to get ahead on your upcoming exams.

It started well enough. Hermione had neatly organized everyone’s notes, color-coded the books, and even enchanted the quills to correct spelling automatically.

Then Ron leaned back in his chair, accidentally knocking over a stack of books. They scattered across the floor like enchanted dominoes.

“Ron!” Hermione groaned, diving to catch one before it hit the fire. “We do not throw books around!”

Harry chuckled, which only made Hermione glare at him. “And you, Harry, stop encouraging him!”

You tried to focus, but that was impossible. Not when a quill you were using suddenly wrote, ‘This essay is boring’ in neat, scrawling letters across your parchment, obviously enchanted by Hermione to “encourage attention.”

“I didn’t do that!” Hermione protested, though she was clearly blushing at the obvious prank.

Within minutes, the enchanted quills were scribbling nonsense, Ron’s notes were mysteriously switching subjects, and Harry had somehow managed to levitate Hermione’s textbook, which hovered above her head menacingly.

“This is a disaster,” she said, trying to shoo the floating book with her wand. “I just wanted us to—”

You burst out laughing as the book suddenly opened and shot sparks of harmless, crackling fireworks across the ceiling. Hermione jumped, letting out a startled squeak, her hair falling into her face.

Ron snorted. “Well, at least it’s exciting.”

“Exciting?” Hermione’s glare could have turned iron to liquid. “I said organized!”