He couldn’t disarm the non-existent bomb, and he certainly couldn’t bear to watch the events transpiring in front of him (which was, currently, Weasley wrenching Granger’s shirt over her head—Merlin’s tits, he ought to have guessed she’d be at her randiest around a bunch of books, surrounded by a bunch of ancient magical artefacts. It was easily the nerdiest part of the nerdiest room on the entire planet, no doubt).