Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

He thrust the letter at Harry and Hermione, who leaned toward each other to read it together:

The farther down the parchment his eyes traveled, the more pronounced became his scowl.

“Isn’t that Hermes?” said Hermione, sounding amazed.
“Blimey, it is!” <…> “What’s Percy writing to me for?”
Hermes flew inside, landed upon Ron’s essay, and held out a leg to which a letter was attached.

They spent the whole of Sunday in the common room, buried in their books while the room around them filled up, then emptied: <…> most of their fellow Gryffindors spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year.

Harry knew Ron was too preoccupied with how badly he had performed at Quidditch practice and he himself was having difficulty in getting the chant of “Gryffindor are losers” out of his head.

They returned to the air.

“All right,”<…> go and get your bats and a Bludger;

Katie’s nose was bleeding.

He had enough to worry about; the flying horse wasn’t doing him any harm: He pushed it out of his mind.

Harry felt a small twinge of guilt at the thought of the pile of homework awaiting him upstairs, but the sky was <…> exhilarating blue,