As I was peacefully writing in my journal in a dark spot at the library my eyes fell on a girl, my age, I didn't bother looking at her for more than a second as my eyes fell back on my journal.

Suddenly, the girl I looked at before tripped and fell on the ground with a couple of books covering her. "Pathetic." I thought to myself.

After a few minutes I looked at my watch, "8.47PM. I should get going, Dumbledore may catch me, and I don't want him more involved in my plans than he already is."