"Hola!"

"...hello?" Hermion returned, confused.

The Hufflepuff slid into the vacant library seat, "fancy seeing you here, with all the books, and the learning."

Hermione's grip tightened around her current read, "you can't have this book. I'm reading it."

"...spoilsport."

She stood.

"W-wait, wait! It was a joke!" A pause. "I actually wanted to ask a favor."

Silence.

"I've heard you're taking six electives next year?"

"...possibly."

"How did you get approval?"

Hermione's eyes sharpened. "Why?"

"It's just, Alchemy overlaps with Ancient Runes and Transfiguration."

A sigh. "I suppose I'll help."