"Well, I’m pretty sure I’ve accidentally convinced him that I’m a seer," Harry had whispered furtively, glancing around the library, his Transfiguration essay in front of him though he’d barely put quill to paper so far. Every time he and Draco had had to resort to coming to the library over the past week to study, he’d felt a pang of heartache at the thought of the Room that was now cut off from them.