Kennedy made his way to the study tables with a blank sketchpad, two sharpened pencils, his wand and a picture that was carefully tucked away in his robes pocket. He sat down at the farthest table and spread his things on the table. This time, he preferred a wooden pencil than a quill because...well, he was just better at drawing with pencils.

He centered the sketchpad in front of him. There was nothing in his brain. Seriously, he should start going to bed on time instead of staying up late reading about deadly magical plants or about the uses of dragon scales.

The prefect rubbed his neck and began to sketch patterns. After a few lines and shading there was what looked like a square, bubbly thing. It looked like a frame, but it also looked like a troll drew it. He tore the page out and crumbled it.

Now, to try this again...