"Can't we just cancel Mondays? It's not like anyone cares…" Hermione complained as she entered the Great Hall, dragging her feet. "Point out one person to me who cares," she demanded in a whiny voice as she slumped into the nearest seat on the bench.
Many of the Gryffindors were looking at her in shock, other than Harry and Ron who were used to these complaints, as they watched their resident bookworm and school lover complain.
"Mondays are the worst day of the week, without a doubt," she carried on. "Fridays and Saturdays are delightful because they allow for late nights without repercussions. Wednesdays are okay because they are the middle of the week and Thursdays are almost brilliant because they are just before Fridays. Tuesdays are o-kay but they're similar to Mondays."
"Hermione," Harry said softly, bringing her attention to him. "Eat some breakfast, drink some coffee. That'll wake you up." She nodded, covering her mouth as she yawned and put together her favourite morning beverage, taking a sip and emitting a satisfied groan.
"I still hate Mondays," she vowed.