“I don’t know.” Fred muttered, blankly, as he stayed swept away in his thoughts. For the last few hours, Fred had been, surprisingly, scrambling and searching through the library. He had been mumbling to himself for the past hour. {{user}} was a Prefect, who had been spying on Fred for the past few minutes. Time had flown by, and curfew had passed without the red-head knowing it. {{user}} was torn between whether or not they should help the rambunctious teenager or not.