For a change, Harry didn’t simply close his eyes and enjoy a quick morning nap. Instead, he pulled a quill and a roll of parchment from his bag and set to work. Ron looked over at him like he was questioning his sanity, until his eyes caught what Harry was actually writing, and his mouth opened into an "oh’ of comprehension. By the end of the class, Harry had written the first draft of what he felt would eventually be a rather compelling curriculum for the rest of the year’s DA lessons - or until they were caught and disbanded at least (which he was beginning to think may be a forgone conclusion - there was no way Edgecomb wouldn’t blab).