Hermione’s day isn’t going so well. Her alarm charm hadn’t gone off, so she only made it to the last few minutes of breakfast service. She’d scoffed down a few pieces of dry toast before running to make double Potions, where her bag split right outside the classroom. Her glass ink bottle had smashed in the process, soaking every book and piece of parchment on her person. It had taken three precious minutes to charm everything clean and dry, and repair the offending backpack.