The usual clatter of breakfast filled the room, but the buzz of conversation was louder than normal. Midterm schedules had gone up on the common room boards at dawn.

Y/n sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Across the hall, the Slytherin table was a knot of laughter and lazy smirks.

Draco Malfoy was leaning back in his seat, one arm draped over the bench, looking entirely too pleased with himself.