Author's Notes: This is a scene that I've had in my head for a long time. Chances are that you've all thought of something like this too.
mokita - (n.) something known by everyone but never discussed openly; "truth we all know but agree not to talk about" [Kilivila]
Seamus was trying to complete this essay, which was really hard when Ron and Hermione wouldn't stop bickering.
"I'm not going to let you copy my homework, Ron!" she said, snatching it back. "It's one thing if you want me to help you, but—"
"I'm not going to copy the whole thing! I just need a quick peek to understand what this bloody assignment even means!"
Seamus' hand slipped, making an ink splotch over half the paragraph he had just written. He hissed in annoyance and glared at Harry, who was carefully ignoring his friends' fight. Damn it, Potter, do your job already! But fine, you'll have your homework all done once Ron wears her down. Meanwhile the whole common room has to suffer.
Seamus tried to clean up his ink as Hermione said, "Well, maybe if you had gotten started earlier—"
"Excuse me! Harry and I have had Quidditch practice every night this week!"
"I keep telling you, you can't just keep using that excuse!"
Seamus looked at Harry again and almost swore aloud. Is he watching Dean and Ginny AGAIN? Cripes, man! I don't know which one of them you're after, but get your head back in the game here!
Hermione gave one of her exaggerated, patronizing sighs. "If you would have actually read the assignment, Ron, you'd know that—"
"I did read it!"
"Obviously not, if you don't—"
"Will you two just go upstairs and shag already?!"
Hermione, Ron and Harry all looked up with expressions of horror on their faces. "What did you say?" Ron asked quickly, his ears turning so red that they threatened to catch on fire.
Seamus growled, glared at them, then threw his book back into his bag. "Nothing," he grumbled, sweeping past their table on his way to the dormitory.