cabinet that had appeared. The arrows kept hitting either too high or too low, none seemed to wanted land near the heart where the target was painted. Soon enough the lesson was over and Rowena proudly announced that she hadn't seen such great work ethic since herself. That had quite a few of them questioning when they'd turned into bookworms.

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"Happy Birthday, ‘Mione!" Harry greeted his friend jubilantly the very next morning, holding out a tightly wrapped present for her to open.

"And when did you have time to go shopping?" she asked playfully, taking the gift graciously.

He smirked, plopping down on the Common Room couch with a yawn. "Last night actually. I sneaked down to Hogsmeade to buy a couple of supplies with the others tagging along."

"Harry!" she reprimanded lightly. Her smile contradicted her in every way, however, and Harry knew she was just doing the scolding on instinct by now. "Is Ron meeting us in the Kitchen?"

"Not this year, ‘Mione. We