Dumbledore's Decisiveness

"Ah, this is so comfortable."

Andrew lay lazily in bed, not wanting to do anything at all—a rare day when he had skipped his morning run, yet he did not feel like moving in the slightest.

The others in the dormitory were much the same. Not a single one had gotten up.

With a light tap of his left finger, his pocket watch flew over. Andrew checked the time. It was already ten o'clock.

The OWLs really had been mentally exhausting.

He casually pointed at his trunk and quietly summoned over some snacks—he could have had the house-elves bring food, but it was better not to disturb his roommates.

He looked around. Kevin was the only one still asleep. Healing injuries still took a bit out of a person, after all.

Serves you right for setting people up. Gryffindor hadn't fought for nearly a month, and you took all of Slytherin's beating for them. Good thing everyone knew their limits, or you'd be spending the night in the Hospital Wing...

After conjuring some water to rinse his mouth, Andrew casually silenced the sounds around Kevin's bed, then tossed a packet of snacks to each roommate who had woken up and began the difficult process of getting out of bed.

He was not used to eating in bed anyway, and he had slept enough. Getting up at this hour was perfectly fine.

After getting dressed and washing up, he sat by the table. For a moment, he could think of nothing to do besides eat snacks—the Dream Mushroom was still being adjusted. Forget connecting it to the castle; even meeting the needs of every student during lessons was proving difficult. With everyone busy preparing for various exams in the latter half of the year, progress had slowed considerably.

"What are you