Hermione was up in the Gryffindor girls dormitory brushing back her long bushy brown hair. It was the week of finals for Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches, and for once she was calm. collected, and confidante, instead of panicky and worried. The first time in seven years that she felt ready for those final exams, much to her best friends, Harry and Ron's relief. Normally she was reading up on potions in between bites at meals, or staying up all night and practicing spells. Nope for once she wasn't driving her friends crazy with hyper studying.