"The weather is turning warm lately, isn't it?" Harry yawned against the wind. The students had already shed their heavy cloaks, revealing crisp white shirts underneath, paired with their respective house ties—a picturesque sight even from a distance.
"This weather is just made for sleeping," Ron said, yawning in response. "If only there weren't Potions class this afternoon."
"Don't even think about it, Ron," Hermione retorted. "Unless you want Professor Snape to dock points from Gryffindor."
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