Can I just go ahead and post one here? it's short but I like it!

The library was silent apart from the odd whisper and clunking of books returning to their shelves, the sun was setting upon the grounds and Dylan Thomas looked at it setting slowly behind the hills. His quill hadn’t touch his parchment in just over an hour as his mind has ran blank. Transfiguring was never his strong point and Professor McGonagall has set an essay two parchments long for the class. McGonagall retired as headmistress two years ago and returned to teaching; Dylan still remembered her farewell feast, never before has he seen so many people within the hall, teachers past and present, members of the ministry, past students; even Gilderoy Lockhart showed up much to the dismay of many, particularly those in which he had stolen their stories and wrote them off as his own, Lockhart did not arrive at the feast in his usual fantastically flamboyant clothes Dylan had seen him in through pictures, still stripped of his reputation he wore a suit that looked shabby and second-hand. Dylan was a fourth year Ravenclaw who liked to keep to himself, he only had a small group of friends who has all gone home for the Christmas break. He would normally have returned home over the Christmas period but due to the fact that his father and irritable step-mother both taking a romantic getaway to a small wizarding settlement in Peru, he had to stay within the school accompanied only by occasional letters from his aunt or the ghosts that roamed the halls. Dylan searched through mountains of books but couldn’t seem to figure out how to transform magical beasts. After another fifteen minutes, the sky turned to a deep blue and the lanterns flicked on, filling the room with candle light. The room began to feel cold as the night drew in. The fireplace was not lit but there was fresh logs waiting. Nobody was around the library and there was about twenty five students in the school, who would notice if a student used a fire-making spell? He had done this spell many times when at home as he burnt leaves that had fallen from the trees each week; the trees in his garden had been charmed by the previous owners making is so all four seasonal phases occurred within a week, Monday the trees are bare, Wednesday they are full of life and by Sunday the ground is covered in dead leaves again. Dylan looked around and listened for footsteps, students conjuring fire spells within the school library is strictly against the rules, but nobody was there to see. He took his wand out his pocket, stood in front of the fireplace and pointed it at the logs, took a deep inhale of breath and exclaimed clearly “Incendio!” Fire burst from the end of his wand and flames rose in the fireplace instantly filling the room with warmth. “You shouldn’t do that, that’s awfully dangerous.” Said a soft and polite but scolding voice coming from above the fireplace. Dylan looked up to see a portrait that stood on top of the now burning hot fireplace, it was of a woman sitting in an armchair inside a library that also had a merrily crackling fireplace now with her book face down on the table beside her shaking her head and peering at him through her glasses, the lady was very pretty, she had long wavy brown hair with streaks of grey running through it and light skin that seemed to radiate more than the light of the fireplace, she wore a light dress and comfortable shoes and had a stripy cardigan handing from the back of her armchair. “S-sorry, it was just rather cold in here and- and I though nobody was about.” He explained, stepping backwards to see the portrait properly. Then he realised who is was “You’re Hermione Granger, aren’t you? Well, you know, a portrait of her…” “I’m just as good as her, if anything I’m better! More time to read.” She said quite proudly. She pushed her head back so she could see through the glasses at the end of her nose and squinted “Transfiguration is it?” she asked. Dylan nodded, giving an expression that said ‘awful isn’t it?’ “Is McGonagall still teaching?” she asked “I must see how she is…” she said before he could answer and writing something down in what looked like a diary. “Sorry, how rude.” She said quickly placing her diary back on the side table “I can help you if you like, but I cannot give you the answer.” Dylan has heard from other students in the common room of how the lady in the library never gave them answer and how frustrating it is at the time but worth it when you figure it out by yourself “I wanted to rip her of the wall after twenty minutes of asking” he remembered a slytherin saying in the great hall one morning. “It’s transfiguration of magical creatures…” he sighed. The lady got up out her seat and walked to the bookshelves that lay behind, pushing up her glasses as she moved along eventually went out of sight; after ten minutes she returned with a book titled Transfiguration: Magical Creatures and more. “This should do it” she said intently. “Oh.” she remembered something “It’s on row 27 at the top shelf.” Pointing in the direction of the shelf. “Thank you” Dylan replied. When he returned he found the lady flicking through the pages “Page 236 and 243 should give you a start.” She flicked through the book again “I’d recommend looking at Bodyweight and viciousness on pages 12 also.” Dylan thanked her and sat back at his table where he could still see her sitting comfortably in her chair, again nose deep into a book. She then leisurely lifted the transfiguration book with her left hand whilst still reading and it floated back to its rightful home on the shelf outside of the portrait. Dylan found the information he needed and it helped greatly with his essay. After an hour he had finished his work and was putting the books back. He stuffed everything back into his bag and set off back to the dormitory but he headed for the portrait of the lady first to thank her but she wasn’t sitting in her seat and the side table lamp was off and the fireplace within the picture was out. The book she was reading was closed and left on the table, it had a note on top of it in beautifully written writing, it said: “Just visiting friends, sorry for any inconvenience. If it’s urgent, I’ll be in the in the trophy room. Hermione P.S. Don’t forget to put out the fire! (Aqua Eructo)” Dylan smiled, he already knew the spell. “Aqua Eructo” he said softly pointing his wand at the roaring fire, it was almost a shame to put it out. A small spout of water burst out the end of the wand and the fire was out, the room was cold again and not nearly as cosy. He wrapped himself tightly in his robes and left for his dormitory.