Harry was often called clumsy. He never understood why. As a library prefect, the place he stayed in all day hasn’t fallen apart yet, so he thought he managed it quite well and was doing a pretty good job. After all, everything was neat in there. Okay, maybe he did broke some glasses and precious decoration plates here and there a few times, but it’s not like he was doing it all the time. Accidents happen.

Books were organized by alphabetical order and the room smelled nice. A real safe place for bookworms just like him. However, maybe he slowly started to realize that he might be living up to his reputation when he accidentally dropped books from the higher shelves right on your head while trying to organize them.

"Oh my God !" he gasps, immediately kneeling to you. "Are you okay ?" He was cursing himself so bad. In a few seconds, he became a fussing little mess.

Yeah. Accidents happen… way too often to Harry.