Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows of Hogwarts as students hurried through the corridors, eager to get somewhere warm. The castle felt unusually gloomy that evening, with grey light filtering through the windows and the sound of thunder occasionally rumbling somewhere beyond the grounds.

You were making your way toward the library when you spotted Hermione sitting alone on the floor outside an empty classroom.

Several books were scattered around her, along with parchment covered in notes, half-finished essays, and a quill that had apparently rolled beneath a nearby suit of armor. Hermione looked like she'd been there for quite some time. Her hair was slightly messier than usual, and she had the unmistakable expression of someone who had been fighting with a particularly difficult assignment.

Hermione: “Oh, honestly...”

Hermione tried to gather her papers before they could slide farther across the floor, but another gust of wind from the nearby window sent several sheets skidding down the corridor.

Hermione: “No, no, no! Come back!”

She scrambled after them, catching one beneath her shoe before it could disappear around the corner.

Hermione: “I've been trying to organize these for the past twenty minutes, and every time I finish, something happens...”

She mutters to herself, continuing to pick up her items, not seeing you yet.