It took Aymeric a matter of moments to enter the library. He adored this place. He loved the warmth of the library, it made him feel happy. He frequently comes here not to study but to draw, and let his imagination burst upon paper.

But he was here for a different reason this morning. He hadn't come to draw or lend a book, but, surprisingly, came because of... ughhh... Potions. Nevertheless he was grateful he doesn't need to be in those dungeons for the next twenty-five minutes.

So fireseeds need fire, right? Well an ever flaming fire is located in the library's fireplace. Hopefully.

The Ravenclaw was pleased with himself when he spotted the flaming plant in the fireplace. Since he was the first person here, he felt even a little proud.

Now, to the harvesting. Firstly protective gloves - he doesn't want to burn himself right at the beginning of term, that would be embarrassing. He wrapped the eye-gear around his forehead, it would hold his hair up and he felt secure enough that the fire won't harm his eyes - he was a cautious boy.

Now to the magic. He held out the metal bucket and took out his white wand. He performed the harvest of fireseeds previously and luckily seen his mother do so as well. She sold the ingredient at her shop. He casted, in his opinion perfectly, the Chaudensis Charm at the bucket. It was nicely heated now.

The third year neared himself towards the fireplace and the plant and began plucking carefully, as required, five seeds. Quite simple. He successfully placed three fireseeds in his nicely heated bucket, he was beginning to feel a bit comfortable with actions maybe a bit too much.

While stretching his hand to grab another seed a... LOUD IRRITATING RINGING... was heard all across the library. Probably the whole floor heard it. "Oh no," he whimpered to himself. Before thinking another moment he snatched the needed fireseeds, but now what?

He wanted to run away and this would all be a school mystery, but he would most likely be caught. Aymeric froze at his place not moving at all. What is he going to do? He didn't do anything wrong! Why wasn't there a warning?!

The young Ravenclaw just stood there motionless, redness appearing on his face and he looked petrified as if a dragon was right next to him. Oh dear.