Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, sitting far back in an overstuffed chair, staring drowsily into a roaring fire. A long roll of parchment sat in his lap, a quill draped lazily between his fingers. The top of the parchment read "Usefulness of solid to liquid tranfiguration". His essay was only half done, a whopper: 4 feet. It was late and the common room was nearly empty. Just a few people playing wizard chess in the corner, and a couple stragglers he could hear going up and down the staircases.
Swiping his hand over his forehead, Harry both tried to keep his mop of untidy hair out of his eyes and keep himself awake at the same time. Really he should've been working on this essay yesterday and the day before...but the weather had been so nice. Not being able to resist the sun, Harry had spent hours cruising the quidditch pitch, just letting the wind hit his face. And now he was paying for it.
Too bad no one was around to keep him company, just chat while he got this essay done. Harry started writing again, sighing.