“Thisisn’thomework.”
“Thenwhatisit?”
“It’salistofallthethingsI’mgoingtohavetostudybeforeexamsattheendoftheyear.”
“What?”
“Well,justinPotions.Iouldn’tarelessaboutmostoftheotherssesthatrequirememorization.ARunesandArithmanyareprettystraightforwardsoIdon’tneedtoworryaboutthem.”
“You’restartingtostudyforexamsnow?”
“No,I’mmakingalistnow.”
“Ohgood.Iwasstartingtoworry.”
“I’llstartatuallystudyingtomorrow.”
AmuffledgroanwasallthatwasheardfromHarry.
Ronfinallyresortedtobangingonthepitureframequiteloudly,toalerttheboysinsidetohisandHermione’spresene.AfewminutestertheportraitopenedtorevealHarry,lookingasifhehadjustrawledoutofbedandpulledsomelotheson,whihintruthhehad.
“M,”hesaid,tryingtostifleayawn.
“GoodmHarry.”Hermionebeamedathim.Harrymentallywonderedifitwasillegalsomewhereforsomeonetobethatwideawakemid-monaSunday.
“Didyousleepatall?”Ronasked,notingHarry’sstate.
“Yeah,I’mjusttiredthism.”
Ronnoddedinuanding.
“Good.We’llgetyousomefoodandthenwe’llstartstudying.”HermioneusheredHarryoutoftheroomandtowardsthekithens.