It was barely lunchtime when Harry returned to school. He briefly considered entering the great hall since he hadn't had any breakfast. However, "Ron will bring you something, Harry, sleep. We can feel your headache and exhaustion through the shields. It's distracting!" Since Hermione's suggestion seemed sensible – as always –Harry pulled off his jumper and crawled into bed. When he woke two hours later, stew under a warming charm stood at his bedside, a thick slice of crispy bread beside it. Devouring the meal, Harry decided to join his friends for the rest of the afternoon. Yet, when he entered the common room, he only found a few Gryffindors lounging around. What caught his attention was Neville, sitting at a desk, staring at nothing. When he put a hand on the boy's shoulder, he barely even flinched. There were an empty scroll and a herbology book beside it. Yet Neville hadn't written a word. Crouching down beside him, Harry noticed his glassy eyes and the far-away look.