"Oh, is there something tasty today? It smells wonderful, Hermione." In his dream, Su Er happily picked up a fork and sniffed appreciatively, savoring the rich aroma in the air.
"Huh, Hermione, have a sniff. Does something smell a little burnt?"
"Burnt?"
In the darkness, Su Er abruptly opened his eyes and blinked blankly. He had not imagined it; there really was a burnt smell in the air.
He was still in his dormitory, not a spacious, brightly lit house, and there was no Hermione wearing (fill this in yourself).
What happened? Su Er tumbled out of bed, picked up the wand beside it, and tapped the wall lamp. Soft light illuminated the way to the dormitory door.
"Merlin's balls..." Su Er stared, dumbfounded, at the scorched patches blackening the common room walls and the several gray snakes with red-glowing eyes slithering around inside. A wave of heat hit him in the face.
"Are those Ashwinders?" Memories of the books he had read struck Su Er over the head like a club. He immediately matched the creatures he had never seen in the flesh before to the knowledge in his head.
A gray, colored stone in the corner suddenly glowed white before Su Er's eyes, releasing heat before turning to ash. A tiny, slender snake emerged from the ashes, writhing along and leaving a gray trail.
A black hole had been burned into the carpet where that stone had rested.
"Who let Ashwinders in here?"
This was no time for questions. Su Er had to wake all the little badgers in the common room.
What if they woke up tomorrow morning to find the Castle burned to the ground?
"Ahem. Sonorus." Su Er pointed his wand tip at his throat. At a time like this, he had to thank Hermione