I swear to Merlin - how many times do students end up losing their way around here? They should have those maps all around the castle, the ones that tell you ‘You Are Here’. 

Nanna’s sent me some more of her lavender biscuits. You want one?

Holy hippogriffs, this pumpkin is huge. I think we might have to roll it back to the castle...

The dull pounding in Remus’ head woke him and with a groan, he curled in on himself to hide from the glaring daylight falling across his bed. Moving proved to be a mistake however, since it made him abruptly aware of the aching pain in his limbs and back. His entire body felt like one giant mass of bruises. After waiting a moment for the overwhelming sensations to settle into something bearable, he registered the sound of someone breathing close by.

Remus took a deep breath and cracked an eye open. He wasn’t alone in the hospital wing.

Sneaking out of the castle bright and early Saturday morning, Marlene found herself a quiet spot down by the lake to set down her violin case. Picking up the instrument she tuned the strings until they sounded right. Lifting both bow and violin she took a deep breath, and allowed the music to flow through her as she dragged and pulled the bow across the strings with artful precision. Halfway through a merry, lively tune, she heard a noise come from behind her.

Turning around, Marlene’s heart leapt into her throat as her cheeks suddenly flushed.

I was so, so wrong. Here I thought History of Magic was going to be interesting...