Harry paused and grinned. "Well, let's wait a moment before you take half the library with you." He turned and walked over to where Madam Pince was casting silently on some returned books. "Madam Pince, my friends and I are planning on doing some long term projects. Since we are from different houses, would it be fine if we claimed one of the desks in the library for a few months so we could keep our research and stuff in one place?"
She looked around and motioned for them to follow her. Near the back wall, next to the ropes leading into the restricted section, were a set of unlabeled doors. Madam Pince gave a serious look at them. "Mr. Potter, I have been watching you and your friends for a couple of days now. Your mother was a common sight in my domain... and I believe you may also be as trustworthy, as long as you didn't take TOO much after your father."
He grinned. "Pranks?"
She gave a sigh. "Thankfully none in the library, but yes." She waved her wand on the first door. "These are project rooms for the seventh year students. Set your wands on it and give it a name, and you shall have a room to work with." She held a finger up. "This is a privilege, not a gift, understood? If you abuse my trust in this, you will not just lose access to the project area but will have to be escorted in the library itself. Understood?"
A series of nods (Some terrified) later, and they all pressed their wands against the door. The wood seemed to flow like water as their names showed up in a list under the words "Access Granted". Harry held his wand firmly against the wood and stated "Magical Research Project".
As the words appeared on the door, Madam Pince nodded and returned to her work. Harry grinned. "Well, this seems MUCH better than my idea. Maybe we can do potion stuff here too later."
Padma looked around. It wasn't huge, but there was a big table with ten seats, several large and clear counters for things to be spread on, some shelves, and a couple of really big windows looking out at the school grounds. She began pulling some of the books out of her bag and putting them on the counter, seeing the others claim space as well. "It looks nice, with the brown wood and all. And I don't mind not having to carry all these books everywhere."
Hermione was looking at her pile with something like heartbreak in her eyes. "But which ones should I take? I had already narrowed it down to thirteen."
Harry waved his hand, having two books float to her. "Get them all eventually. These look like beginner books, so probably best to start there, no?"
Susan pulled Hannah. "Well, books and stuff later. Food now." She grinned and began pushing Harry back toward the door. He had a nice laugh. Harry grinned. He hadn't accomplished everything he wanted, but at least he now had a place to meet up with any friends, not just Ravenclaws. He let Susan push him toward the exit and began making a mental list, trying to figure out what was most important to learn first... His biggest problem was too many choices, and right now it felt great.
Harry slouched at the table. Eggs and bacon, indeed many a breakfast dish was available to him, warm and ready to go.
Wow it was early.
Padma put a few pieces of sausage on his plate. "Come on Harry, you gotta wake up at some point."
He glared at those evil intestine covered bastards. "I choose to wake up after I pass away." He nibbled one of the meaty... whatever meat was in these things. At least they tasted fine. Terry on the other hand was grinning. "Told ya you should have gone to bed earlier."
Harry waved a hand. "No, not an option." He leaned toward Padma and whispered. "Books."
Padma shrugged. "Harry wins this argument."
Terry grinned. "Well, you may have fed your mind but now is the time to feed my belly."
Hermione absently began rolling bacon and eggs inside of what appeared to be a bread disk. Seeing the looks, she held it up. "Breakfast burrito. Healthy kinda. More importantly I can eat with one hand and keep reading."
Harry snapped awake. "You. Are. A. Genius." His head snapped to Padma. "Pass me the gravy and orange slices." Quickly turning to Terry, he pointed. "Three slices of bacon, some sausage and the grits please. Thankfully I already have some peanut butter." Seeing the expressions of horror, he snapped his fingers. "Look, this amazingness is NOT going to happen without hard work from everyone. It will be my finest creation." His eyes glazed slightly. "If only we had some spun sugar."
A small pop and a miniature model of Hogwarts appeared, made of thin white lines.
Harry grinned and began creating a burrito that would revolutionize the world. "I love magic."
Hermione refused to look at him all the way to Herbology, which was apparently being held in Greenhouse 3 today.
"Look, I was sure it would work. Accidents happen."
Nope, she was STILL not looking. Harry tried the big guns.
"No one was hurt. In fact, it is kind of funny if you think about it." Oops. Got a glare that time.
Padma leaned in as they turned and avoided a fake desk. "I think she is still mad about your breakfast."
"THAT WAS NOT BREAKFAST." Her eyes were sparking. "THAT... that was WRONG."
Padma shrugged. "He offered to share."
If Hermione had been tied down, her shudder would have started an earthquake. "Oh god, I forgot you actually took a bite of it. How did you survive?"
Harry grumbled. "It was good, you just had to try it."
Padma nodded. "Yeah, it was surprising."
The brown haired angel of breakfast was not letting this go. "Look, there are certain rules. I know no one has written them down, but you should learn them and follow them. CLOSELY. And whatever you did to create that..." "Breakfast Burrito."
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