Without a doubt, today was Hermione Granger’s favorite day of the year. It didn’t matter how much time had passed; the start of a new term still made her feel like skipping. As she made her way toward the Great Hall, she admired the suits of armor lining the walls—just last week they’d been dull and dusty, slouching idly against their swords and shields. But today they stood at attention, gleaming and proud, the sun from the open windows glaring off their shining breastplates as she passed.