1 o'clock, Charms 

1 o'clock, Ancient Runes 

Amelia's voice had changed from her normal voice to a deep male voice. "This is either madness or brilliance," Ran stared at her. "Oh come on you have to know that movie!"

"Hermione?" Ron said cautiously, because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days. "Er -- are you sure you've copied down these times right?" 

"What?" snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. "Yes, of course I have." 

"Is there any point asking how you're going to sit for two exams at once?" said Harry. 

"No," said Hermione shortly. "Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"

 "Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading, " said Ron, but very quietly. Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment around on her table, looking for the book. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Hedwig fluttered through it, a note clutched tight in her beak.

"Hay sis, how's it hanging?" Amelia asked petting Hedwig.

 "It's from Hagrid, " said Harry, ripping the note open. "Buckbeak's appeal — it's set for the sixth. " 

"That's the day we finish our exams, " said Hermione, still looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book. 

"And they're coming up here to do it, " said Harry, still reading from the letter. "Someone from the Ministry of Magic and — and an executioner. " 

Hermione looked up, startled.

 "They're bringing the executioner to the appeal! But that sounds as though they've already decided!" 

"Yeah, it does, " said Harry slowly.