Reborn as Petunia Evans with a System - Chapter 47 - 45

... nd where the fire crackled lazily and most of the students had drifted off to their dormitories. James, Peter, and I had staked out our usual corner sprawled across the armchairs, half-buried under a pile of Chocolate Frog wrappers and abandoned textbooks.

Peter was nodding off, quill slipping from his ink-stained fingers. James was tossing a Snitch he'd snuck out of the Quidditch trunk, catching it with effortless precision every few seconds, eyes tracking its flickering golden wings. I ...