CANYON MOON ▇▇▇▇ VOLUME ONE
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chapter no. 002!

     WAKING UP THE NEXT MORNING WASN'T AS DIFFICULT AS FAWN DEPRAYSIE HAD IMAGINED IT WOULD BE. Over the summer, she had become accustomed to sleeping in past noon and staying within the warm comfort of her fuzzy blankets. However, she found herself well-rested and in a mildly good mood when she awoke.

     Slipping out of the blue and silver duvet, her bare feet hit the marble floors of the girl's dormitory. Everyone in the room was quiet; some were barely awake as they trudged around, trying to get their robes and books together.

     Like many other girls in the room, Fawn didn't mind undressing in front of everyone else. As she changed out of her pajamas, she brushed her wavy blonde hair, tucking the hair behind her ears as she slipped on her socks and shoes.

     "Has anyone seen my hairbrush?" Mabel called as she looked under her bed, her curly ginger hair falling over her face.

     "It's in here!" Padma shouted from the bathroom where she was doing her makeup.

     "Am I the only one who isn't looking forward to classes this start of term?" Marietta asked as she pulled her brown hair into a ponytail, chuckling as Mabel sprinted past her to the bathroom.

     "Well, I'm looking forward to them being over if that's what you mean," Theodora replied sleepily from where she was sitting on the wooden floor, tying her shoes. Fawn snorted as she finished her makeup in front of the full-length mirror positioned right behind the door to the dormitory.

     As she finished putting on her mascara, she watched as Marietta and Mabel pecked each other on the lips. Ravenclaw was, seemingly, the only house in Hogwarts that was very supportive and heavily invested in the LGBT community. More than at least half of the students in Ravenclaw had come out as bisexual, queer, gay, lesbian, pansexual, trans, and more. None of the other houses were as supportive; some people were still bothered by the idea of two people of the same gender loving one another. A few students in the other houses had come out too, but only a select handful. Professor Flitwick was very prideful of his house and loved how inclusive it was, as were the students in said house.

    Fawn smiled adoringly at the two girls and grabbed her school bag, hoisting it on her shoulder. "Were you two able to see each other over the holiday?" she asked, and Marietta nodded happily.

     "Our families went and toured Italy together; it was absolutely brilliant," Mabel gushed as she looked over at her girlfriend with a goofy smile on her face.

     "That sounds beautiful," Padma sighed with wide brown eyes.

     "It was," Marietta smiled, grabbing the ginger's hand and interlacing their fingers together. Fawn admired the love the two girls had for one another. They were perfect together and had been ever since third year. The blonde secretly hoped that one day she would have the chance to have a relationship like theirs' with someone.

     "You lot ready to go?" Theodora asked, and the four nodded, walking out of their dormitory and common room. As they made their way down the spiral staircase that led directly to the fifth floor, where the entrance to their common room was, there was a comfortable silence.

     "Yeah, but not today," a familiar voice echoed as Fawn stepped off the staircase and made her way down the corridor with the others. "Today's going to be a real doss, I reckon."

     A fourth-year Gryffindor ran in front of the Ravenclaws suddenly, cutting them off. "Hold it!" Fawn turned her head to the right to see Hermione Granger blocking the student from passing by her with her arm sticking out. "Fanged Frisbees are banned; hand it over," she said sharply. The boy scowled and handed over the lime-green disk before ducking under her arm and darting away.

     The Gryffindor Prefect looked prettier than she did last night, but maybe that was because she had been two tables away from the Ravenclaw table. The blonde blinked and pushed the thought out of her mind. "Excellent, I've always wanted one of these." Ron Weasley retorted, and Theodora snorted as she continued to walk towards the Great Hall. Harry stood beside Ron and caught Fawn's eye, giving her a grin, and she hesitantly smiled back.

     "Fawn, you coming?" Padma asked, and she turned her head to see that the girls were a few feet ahead, staring at her curiously.

     "Yeah, sorry."

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     THE CEILING OF THE GREAT HALL WAS PAINTED SKY-BLUE AND STREAKED WITH VARIOUS SHADES OF THE COLOR; WISPY CLOUDS FLOAT AROUND THE ROOM, MIMICKING THE MOVEMENT OF THE MORNING CLOUDS OUTSIDE. The Ravenclaw students filed in steadily along with the other houses, tucking in and eating up their food.

     After everyone had finished eating, students remained in their seats, waiting for the Head of Houses to descend from the staff table and hand out their schedules. Every year before this one, handing out class schedules was easy and simple. This year, although, the process was more complicated.

     Professor Flitwick took his time, confirming that each and every student had gotten the necessary O.W.L. grades needed to continue with their N.E.W.T.s.

     Fawn Depraysie was the first sixth-year that was immediately cleared to go to class, for her O.W.L. grades had been what she expected: top of the class, and she hadn't gotten a single answer wrong on any of the examinations.

     "Must be nice to be smart, Depraysie," Calarook quipped as she slung her bag onto her shoulder, rising from the table.

     "Maybe if you studied more, you could be too," Fawn replied swiftly, ignoring the playful glare he directed her way and the obnoxious laugh that left Trent's mouth. Exiting the Great Hall, she headed off to her first-period Ancient Runes class.

     Ancient Runes and Ancient Studies were taught in classrooms 6A and 6B on the sixth floor. Professor Babbling had been teaching the two classes for nearly twenty-one years, and she was close to being one of Fawn's favorite professors. The blonde had been taking her class as an elective since her third year; she found the study fascinating.

     Classroom 6B looked the same as the year before; the hexagon-shaped room had large, crooked windows on four of the six walls. A series of tables were in rows of three and held two desks in each row, fiberboard wooden chairs positioned behind them. Posters of the basic rune translations were stuck to the back of the classroom door. Green, purple, and gold silk tapestries hung between the windows, and Babbling's desk was in the middle of the room, decorated with books, quills, and stationery.

     Fawn sat in the first row in the middle of the three, placing her bag on the floor and pulling out her notebooks, textbooks, quill, and ink.

     "How was your holiday, Miss Depraysie?" Professor Babbling inquired as she entered the room.

     "Very long. And yours?" Fawn asked politely.

     "Not long enough."

     A copy of Advanced Rune Translations landed on a desk to her left as Hermione sat down, placing her bag on the floor. "Good morning, Professor Babbling," the Gryffindor greeted with a bright smile on her face.

     "And to you, Miss Granger."

     The rest of the class filed in and filled in the remaining seats.

     "Happy first day back to classes! I look forward to this term's course material and am delighted to see some familiar faces in the room. Today, we will review the basic terms and numbers as a refresher for those who may have forgotten everything they knew over the holiday. Now, turn to page fifteen in your copy of Rune Dictionary." Fawn opened her copy and scanned her eyes over the page she memorized three years ago.

     "Can anyone tell me why a Demiguise represents the number zero?" the professor questioned, and two hands shot up simultaneously. The bushy-headed Gryffindor glanced over at the blonde Ravenclaw.

     "Miss Depraysie?"

     "The Demiguise is known to turn invisible when it feels threatened. Therefore, its abilities are what make it represent the number zero."

     "Excellent. Ten points to Ravenclaw." Fawn let the corner of her lips curl up some, tucking a strand of hair that fell over her face.

     The rest of the first period continued in this way. Professor Babbling would ask a question, and either Fawn or Hermione would answer, but eventually, the professor stopped calling on them, wanting to give other students the chance to answer. At the end of the class, however, Babbling announced that they had a fifteen-inch essay on the different translations of runes throughout the centuries, two translations on historical artifacts, and readings of three different textbooks, all of which were all due by Wednesday.

     Students exiting the classroom appeared bristled and overwhelmed. The Ravenclaw didn't mind the load, she hadn't expected any less than what they had been given. Sixth year was all about fewer classes, more homework, and more time to study for their N.E.W.T.s.

     Her next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which happened to be five floors below her. Fawn weaved her way swiftly through the crowd of students in the corridors and on the stairs, coasting her way to the classroom. Upon arriving on the first floor, she noticed that the classroom door was shut and a few students were waiting outside of it. Hermione had arrived seconds before her and glanced over at the blonde when she noticed her approach.

     The Ravenclaw stood by the door and pulled out her copy of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms, one of the books the students had to read by Wednesday. Fawn had already read the entirety of the book, but that was months ago; she had nearly forgotten everything she learned from the text.

     "We got so much homework for Runes," the blonde glanced up as the Gryffindor spoke anxiously, her two best friends standing with her now. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and I've got to read these by Wednesday!"

     "Shame," Ron yawned, and the blonde looked back down at her book.

     "You wait. I bet Snape gives us loads," Hermione said resentfully.

     "I'll be back," Harry whispered to the two, but Fawn heard him, assuming that he was coming over to talk to her. And she was right. "Hey," the raven-haired boy greeted, and Fawn looked up, closing her book.

     "Hi," she said softly, and he smiled at her.

     "How do you feel about Snape being our professor?" Harry asked inquisitively, trying to start a conversation.

     Fawn shrugged. "I don't particularly like to speak ill about professors, but for him, I sometimes make an exception. I'm not entirely looking forward to this class, especially since he is the one teaching it. Given how the other professors have lasted with this class, however, I'm assuming he'll likely be gone by the end of the year," she breathed honestly.

     "I said something similar to that last night to Hermione and Ron. I'm absolutely dreading this, honestly," he sighed, and she could hear the burning dislike the Gryffindor had for Snape in his voice. Fawn wasn't the biggest fan of the professor either, but having him was better than who they had last year in her mind. "Say, would you want to sit with my friends and I?" Harry asked nervously, gesturing towards Ron and Hermione, who were arguing over the Fanged Frisbee the girl had confiscated earlier.

     The Ravenclaw was new to this. Sure, she talked to her housemates and the girls in her year here and there, but she wasn't close with anyone. There wasn't anyone at the school that she considered a friend, and she was fine with that, but here was the Boy Who Lived, nervously asking her to sit with him and his friends— wanting to be her friend.

     "Sure." Fawn agreed, wondering if she should have perhaps declined his offer.

     The classroom door opened as she spoke, and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed by two curtains of greasy black hair, and his dark eyes narrowed. "Inside." Silence fell over the students immediately, and Fawn followed in after Harry, his two best friends trailing behind her.

    Nobody had ever seen the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom look this doom and gloom. The windows were drawn shut by the curtains, new pictures of people who appeared to be in some sort of physical pain hung on the walls, and the room was lit by candlelight.

    Harry sat in the row closest to the windows, hoping a beam of sunlight would sneak in and light up the room enough for him to see. Fawn slid into the seat beside him, and Ron smirked lightly at Harry before sitting beside Hermione at the desk behind them.

     "I have not asked you to take out your books," Snape said as he closed the door and stood behind his desk before facing the class. In unison, the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor girls hastily dropped their copies of Confronting the Faceless back in their bags, sliding them under their desks. "I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention."

    "Oh, here we go," the redhead grumbled quietly, and the boy to Fawn's left smirked.

     Snape's black eyes roved over the student's upturned faces, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on Harry's face than anybody else's. "You have had five teachers in the subject so far, I believe. Naturally, these teachers will all have their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion, I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced." The greasy professor set off around the edge of the room, speaking in a low voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view.

     "The Dark Arts," Ron rolled his eyes, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible." From the corner of her eye, Fawn saw Harry narrow his eyes at the professor.

     "Your defenses," Snape spoke, a little louder, "must, therefore, be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures," he gestured to a few of them as he swept past, "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse"— he waved a hand toward a witch who was shrieking in agony— "feel of the Dementor's Kiss"— a wizard lied huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall— "or to provoke the aggression of the Inferius"— a bloody mass on the ground.

     Fawn adverted her gaze from landing on the photographs. The Cruciatus Curse was the second to last spell used on her parents, which had also been used on her before they died. The Ravenclaw didn't have to look at the wall the Head of Slytherin had pointed to feel the pain radiating.

     "Has an Inferius been seen, then?" asked Parvati Patil in a high-pitched voice. "Is it definite, is he using them?"

     "The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past, which means you should be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now you are, I believe, complete novices in using non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?" Snape asked as he walked off again around the other side of the classroom toward his desk, his dark robes billowing behind him.

     Hermione and Fawn's hands shot up simultaneously, both girls glancing for a fraction of a second at the other.

     The man took his time looking around at everybody else before saying curtly, "Miss Depraysie?" Calling on the Ravenclaw rather than the Gryffindor was something the man had been doing since the first year. Fawn hated how he always chose her over the brilliant Gryffindor, who was more than capable of answering any question he should ever ask correctly.

     "A nonverbal spell gives you a split-second advantage on your opponent, for they have no indication nor idea about what kind of magic you're going to choose to perform," said the blonde, well aware that if she had answered with what she memorized the textbook saying that he would call her out, earning snickers from the other students.

     "Correct. Five points to Ravenclaw." Her sky-blue eyes slightly widened in shock, as did the other eyes in the room at the sound of his words. Snape only ever rewarded Slytherin with house points. "Yes, those who progress in using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some," the Head of Slytherin's gaze lingering maliciously on Harry once more, "lack."

     Fawn moved her head to the left slightly, noticing the stares being traded back and forth between the two. Harry was glowering at the professor, his gaze steady and determined. "You will now divide," Snape looked away, "into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

     Ron leaned over and tugged on the raven-haired boy's sleeve, raising his eyebrows. "Partners?" he asked.

     "Blondie, partners?" Trent asked as he walked up to the girl, giving her a mischievous and goofy smile.

     "Sure," Fawn shrugged, and Harry nodded to Ron's question.

     The two Ravenclaws walked off to the side, standing with about eight feet in between them, wands out at the ready. Furrowing her brows in deep concentration, she kept her eyes zeroed in and focused on the boy in front of her. Ebublio, Fawn whispered in her head, imagining Trent becoming consumed in a giant bubble, unable to break out of it.

     Ebublio.

     Not even a minute into the students attempting to jinx one another silently, Fawn Depraysie succeeded in what traditionally took witches and wizards hours—sometimes even days—to master perfectly. A glossy, spherical film of watery liquid swallowed Trent whole,  and his mouth and wand lowered in disbelief. The jinx caught the attention of many. Students' heads turned in awe and shock, glancing over to the Ravenclaw girl standing awkwardly.

     No one had gotten close to attempting to jinx another silently within the last sixty seconds except for her.

     "Well done, Miss Depraysie. Do you mind demonstrating that again? Some," Snape glanced over at Harry and Ron, those of whom hadn't started to practice yet, "need to see a perfect example of what to do." Fawn nodded softly and relaxed her shoulders, the bubble around Trent disappearing. "Mr. Blankley, resist the jinx," the professor instructed, and the boy nodded, speechless.

     The two faced one another, properly positioning themselves and holding their wands, once again, out at the ready. Trent's eyes narrowed in concentration as he used all his strength to resist Fawn. The blonde furrowed her brows in similar concentration, keeping her eyes zeroed in and focused on Trent. Ebublio, she whispered in her head, imagining the boy being consumed in a giant bubble, unable to break out of it.

     Ebublio.

     His Shield Charm was strong, but the power she contained was stronger.

     Without blinking, she watched in satisfaction as the glossy, spherical film of watery liquid swallowed Trent whole once more. Fawn lowered her wand yet kept her focus on him, watching as he poked the bubble from the inside.

     "Twenty points to Ravenclaw." The announcement caused her eyebrows to raise considerably high, and someone in the room gasped lightly. "Carry on," Snape instructed, and he resumed his rounds around the room, eyes sweeping over the sixth years.

     Trent walked up to the blonde once the bubble disappeared, still in shock. "How did you do that?" he asked, to which Fawn shrugged, acting as if she had never done nonverbal magic before in her life. The blonde loved learning new things and self-taught and self-educated herself outside of class. Thus, she could perform different types of magic or create potions that her year had not yet learned.

     Ten minutes later, Hermione managed to repel Neville's muttered Jelly-Legs Jinx without uttering a single word. Something the Ravenclaw noted that any other professor would reward with twenty points, but Snape ignored it, his clear annoyance and hatred for the red-and-gold house obvious. The Gryffindor girls' smile faded when Snape blatantly ignored her, but Fawn managed to catch the eyes of the girl and give her a small smile, hoping she could tell that she was proud of her. Hermione's cheeks tinted pink, and she smiled back at her.

     The professor swept between two Gryffindors as they practiced, looking just as much like an overgrown bat as ever, lingering to watch Harry and Ron struggling with the task.

     Ron, who was supposed to be jinxing Harry, was purple in the face, his lips tightly compressed to save himself from the temptation of muttering the incantation. The Boy Who Lived had his wand raised, waiting to repel a jinx that seemed unlikely ever to come.

     "Pathetic, Weasley," Snape said dully. "Here, let me show you." Fawn glanced over at the three as the man turned his wand on Harry so fast that Harry reacted instinctively; all thoughts of non-verbal spells were gone. 

     "Protego!" Harry's Shield Charm was so strong that Snape was knocked off-balance and tumbled into a desk. The whole class turned and watched as Snape righted himself, scowling. Fawn's eyes were wide with surprise as she anxiously waited for him to start yelling.

     "Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?" Snape asked, rolling back his shoulders.

     "Yes," Harry replied stiffly.

     "Yes, sir."

     "There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor." The words had escaped Harry before he realized what he was saying. Fawn felt a load of laughter coming, but she hastily covered her mouth as several people gasped, including Hermione. Behind Snape, however, Ron, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan grinned at their fellow Gryffindor.

     "Detention, Saturday night, my office," Snape growled, glancing over at Trent, who had snickered, quickly shutting his mouth once the two made eye contact. "I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter... not even the Chosen One."

     Fawn was about to leave the room once class had ended, their break now starting, when someone grabbed her elbow. Turning, she was met with Harry's friendly gaze. "We're going to the Great Hall to start on some homework, do you wanna come with?" he asked hopefully, raising a soft brow. The Ravenclaw nodded, well aware that it would be best to go ahead and get a head start on the load that was certainly going to grow as the day went on.

     "That was brilliant, Harry!" chortled Ron as the four of them walked down the hall. Neither Hermione nor Ron had questioned why Fawn was with them, not minding that she was.

     "You really shouldn't have said it," Hermione said, frowning at Ron, who wore a satisfyingly large grin. "What made you?"

     Fawn glanced over to the left, waiting for Harry's reply. Little did the brilliant Gryffindor know, she had just opened the floodgates to the raven-haired boy's frustration and anger. "He tried to jinx me, in case you didn't notice!" Harry's fumed. "I had enough of that during those Occlumency lessons! Why doesn't he use another guinea pig for a change? What's Dumbledore playing at, anyway, letting him teach Defense? Did you hear him talking about the Dark Arts? He loves them! All that unfixed, indestructible stuff he was spewing."

     Professor Snape had given Harry Occlumency lessons?

     Fawn furrowed her brows in slight confusion, and Harry looked over at her, noticing her facial expression. "Dumbledore convinced Snape to give me Occlumency lessons last year. I was having these weird dreams, and because of this connection I have with Voldemort," his two best friends winced at the name as she remained unfazed, "due to the scar he gave me, he was able to see and read my mind. Occlumency was supposed to help protect my mind from being entered." The blonde nodded understandingly at the summed-up version of what really happened, keeping her mouth shut as she processed the new information.

     Both Hermione and Ron gapped at their friend in disbelief at what he just told the girl walking with them. It had taken them months to get him to open up, and the girl, who hadn't said a single word, got him to talk about last year. Even they couldn't get him to acknowledge last year and half of the events that occurred towards the end of it.

     "Fawn isn't going to tell anyone, guys. I trust her." Harry quickly added, noticing the looks registering on his friends' faces. Fawn's head directed itself back to the raven-haired boy; she was perplexed. They barely knew one another, and here he was, opening up and trusting her for no apparent reason.

     Hermione and Ron looked at the Ravenclaw, waiting for her to say something as she suddenly felt herself becoming uncomfortable. "Anything any of you say won't be repeated to anyone. I don't know if this counts for much— but you have my word." Fawn promised, meaning every word she spoke. The two stared at her hesitantly, searching her face for something to indicate that she was lying. Satisfied with what they found, they nodded. This was the first time she had ever talked to the two, and she felt mildly awkward.

     "Well, I thought he sounded a bit like you," said Hermione, returning to the previous conversation.

     "Like me?" Harry asked, the pitch of his voice rising higher than normal.

     Hermione nodded. "Yes, when you told us what it's like to face Voldemort. You said it wasn't just memorizing a bunch of spells, you said it was just you and your brains and your guts— well, wasn't that what Snape was saying? That it really comes down to being brave and quick-thinking?" Fawn noticed the brown-haired girl wince when she said Voldemort's name and glanced away.

     She wondered what it must be like to be afraid of him. Voldemort. A man. That's all he was, and that's all she saw him as. The man who killed her parents. One day he was going to pay for every person he ever hurt, killed, or did wrong. And Fawn Depraysie couldn't wait for that day to come.

     "Harry! Hey, Harry!" Jack Sloper, one of the Beaters on last year's Gryffindor Quidditch team, was hurrying toward them, holding a roll of parchment. Fawn only remembered his name because last year, during a match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, he had flown straight into one of the stands, passing out and falling to the ground. "For you," panted Sloper, shoving the parchment into his hands. "Listen, I heard you're the new Captain. When're you holding trials?"

     "I'm not sure yet," Harry spoke slowly, "I'll let you know."

     "Oh, right. I was hoping it'd be this weekend—" Leaving Sloper mid-sentence, Harry hurried away with Ron, Hermione, and Fawn, unrolling the parchment as he went. It was evident to the blonde that he knew who it was from.

     "He enjoys Acid Pops?" asked Ron, who had read the message over Harry's shoulder.

     "It's the password to get past the gargoyle outside his study," Harry murmured in a low voice. "Ha! Snape's not going to be pleased... I won't be able to do his detention!"

     "Dumbledore?" The name tumbled out of Fawn's mouth before she could stop herself. It had to be who the letter was from; the only school study with a gargoyle standing guard was the Headmasters.

     The three looked over at her, and Harry nodded. "He's giving me private lessons every week. I dunno what they're about yet, but—"

     "I bet he's going to teach you jinxes and hexes of the type that Death Eaters wouldn't know about!" Ron cut the raven-haired boy off excitedly, the gears turning in his head, thinking of all the different things Harry could possibly be taught.

     "I highly doubt that that's illegal," Fawn blurted, her mouth opening before she could stop herself again.

     "Thank you! Finally, someone who cares about the rules!" Hermione smiled appreciatively, and the Ravenclaw's cheeks burned lightly. "He's probably just going to teach you advanced Defensive magic."

     "Well, we'll find out this weekend."

     Maybe she was supposed to feel uncomfortable and as if she were imposing when she was sitting and talking to the Golden Trio as they worked on their homework during the break, but she didn't. Somehow, they made her feel welcomed and a part of their inner circle. Most of that was due to Harry talking to her in conversations and making sure she felt comfortable. The blonde appreciated what he was doing a lot. More than he would ever know.

     Fawn was adjusting somewhat to the fact that he was her friend and that he was making sure his best friends treated her the way they treated him. Having friends was new, and she couldn't help but feel anxious at the thought of this.

     "Fawn?" A soft voice asked, and the girl looked up from her translations to see Hermione looking at her from across the table. "What class do you have next?"

     "Arithmancy," she answered, and the girl across from her smiled.

     "So, do I. Do you want to go ahead and start walking to class?" Fawn nodded in response, beginning to pack up her things. "See you at lunch. The both of you better have finished at least half of Snape's homework when I see you," Hermione warned sternly, and the two boys rolled their eyes lazily, nodding their heads nonetheless.