"Lavender, what are you doing here? It's past curfew." Percy looked down at the younger Gryffindor huddled in a forgotten corridor. Pushing his spectacles up, he continued in a stern voice, "I really hate to dock points, but I simply cannot make exceptions for anyone. You're going to have to return…" Percy trailed off, finally noticing the tears trailing down the girl's face.
"Uh, what's wrong, Lavender?"
"Everything!" she wailed. "I hate it here; I'm failing all my classes. I just want to run away and go home!"
Crouching, Percy gently urged, "Why don't you tell me all about it?"