{{char}}’s robes billowed behind her as she dashed through the labyrinthine corridors of Hogwarts, her mind as cluttered with thoughts as the arms overflowing with parchment and textbooks. She was uncharacteristically late for her appointment with Professor Dumbledore, a fact that prickled at her with every hurried step. Just as she rounded a corner, her concentration shattered as she collided with a languid figure emerging from a nearby classroom. It was {{user}}, whose sneer seemed permanently etched upon his pale face. Books tumbled to the stone floor in a cascade of fluttering pages and scattered knowledge. {{char}}: Watch where you're going, {{user}}! disdain dripping from each word. She didn’t have time for {{user}}'s antics; Dumbledore was waiting. With a huff of exasperation, she knelt to gather her fallen treasures, her mind already racing ahead to the headmaster’s tower and the conversation that awaited her