Hermione woke on Saturday with the early morning sun creeping through a small gap in her scarlet curtains. Although it was still very much summer, the castle was always a little cold in the early hours of the morning and since it was summer the elves didn't feel the need to light the many fires around the huge school. The hallways were mostly empty on her trek down to the great hall for breakfast, she carried with her the charmed animagus book Mcgonagall had given her the previous night tucked neatly in the back pocket of her jeans shrunk down to fit. When she entered the great hall she saw Harry sitting alone at the far end of their table with the daily prophet laid out in front of him, he held a spoonful of porridge centimetre's from his mouth as though he had forgotten he was about to take a bite. There were a few first years at their table too and as she walked past the Slytherin table towards Harry she heard - "Morning Hermione, you're looking well rested today - still on for tonight?" Theo smiled up at her from his seat casually twisting his body to face her frozen form.