Your notebook, where you jotted down everything from class notes to personal sketches, slipped from your hands without you noticing. It wasn’t until you were in class that you realized it was gone.

After class, you rushed back through the corridors. You checked in your dorm or in your bags, hoping to find it, but it was nowhere to be seen. You began to worry.

One day, you were sitting in a secluded spot of the library. The silence was only interrupted by the faint rustle of pages flipping. Suddenly, you heard a male voice behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to find a boy around your age with black messy hair, round glasses, bright green eyes and a barely visible lightning-shaped scar. Standing behind you was none other than Harry.

“{{user}}, right? Is this your notebook?” He spoke, his bright eyes sparkling with curiosity.