Recently, Hermione's head had been filled to the brim. It was cluttered and scattered, all at the same time. Quite an unusual feat for the usually brainy girl. Yet, unfortunately with circumstances as they were, she had found herself under such a scenario. So, where else to go to clear her mind but the library? Even during such dire times, she still found solace in her favourite haunt.
She had been perusing one of her favourite arithmancy books. The theories were gravely complicated and would curl any of normal person's hair. Yet, for Hermione, it was her getaway, that and a good novel. She had found one puzzling problem and wanted to see if she could figure it out within the next half hour. Time limits were always a good way to gauge the amount of practise one needed.
She had been scribbling a few things visciously with her quill until a couple of voices reached her ear. She frowned deeply and attempted to focus on the problem, ignoring the buzzing voices. However, her attempt was a failure and before she could realise her actions, she was placing her quill down and walking over to the two, a stern look upon her face. "May I remind you both that this is a library? There does need to be a good amount of silence so that others may study and read at their will."