I'd like to be Hermione!! I'll post the paragraphs right here.

There were very few people in Gryffindor's common room. It was quite late, and most of the students were already sleeping. Hermione Granger, however, was sitting on a very comfortable loveseat, knitting some hats and socks for the house-elves to pick up.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Harry and Ron dealing with their three-inch essay on a very difficult potion, Veritaserum. She had already finished it, of course, and was happy to notice that she had added more information than what was required by the teacher.

She sighed and turned back to her work. She observed the pile af hats and socks she had already finished and smiled. Obviously, she was getting better at it. The hats no longer looked like flat plates.

Well, tell me what you think about it. If you want me to, I can write a few paragraphs more.

Cheers!