As her eyes scanned the empty room, she couldn't help but notice the haphazard state of the beds, of the "eighth" year Gryffindor boys, only Ron and Harry returned after the war, she suspected primarily for her sake. Ron's was a jumble of sheets and blankets, a testament to his perpetually untidy nature. Hermione shook her head but couldn't resist the urge to restore some semblance of order. She flicked her wand, guiding the linens into place until Ron's bed looked reasonably presentable.