This was nerve recking exciting for the fifteen year old. He was nervous because...well, he was almost always nervous, and he was excited because he had a new set of responsibilities that came with the title of Prefect. He dragged his trunk, which for some reason seamed to be heavier than last year. He finally found the Prefect's compartment and stopped just outside the door.

What was he supposed to do? Just go inside and present himself? Why didn't this part come with along with a guide booklet. He sighed a nervous sigh and patted his left trouser pocket. Good, his small, pocket size notebook was in there. Yes, he was planning on taking notes on how to be a good Prefect.

He could hear voices from the other side of the door. Kennedy opened the door cautiously and tried making a quiet entrance, but accidentally lost grip of his trunk causing it to crash with door, sliding it wide open. He quickly tried to have hold of both the door and his trunk which in return left him in a weird, spread out position like Spider Man.


"S-Sorry," he said to the people inside. He didn't mean to make a really horrible and loud entrance. This was SO embarrassing. He picked up his trunk and gently placed it next to him. He mentally beg his face not to turn red, but it was too late. He was blushing madly and kept his head down.

EMBARRASSING!

"H-Hello," he said, waving lamely, but keeping his face down. No one needed to see his beet red face. He then stuck his hands into his pockets and played with the Prefect badge that was inside his right pocket.