Elliot had her nose in a book. Not a particularly interesting one, but it was one that she just couldn't put down: her transfiguration text book. The dark haired girl had been pacing near the stained glass window in an attempt to help herself memorize the text. So far, the only thing she could remember was to put on foot infront if the other. However, even that came to and end when she suddenly tripped and fell forward on to the ground. Elliot picked herself up onto all fours with a groan and looked around. Did she trip over her own feet again? Most likely. Although there was a book lying not too far from her foot, could that have been the culprit? Looking around again she noticed a girl hunched over a book. Perhaps it was her book she tripped on?

"Excuse me, but is this you book?" Eliot asked while she stood up to retrieve the book.