As the scarf got further away from him, he sat closer to the edge of his seat to focus on it before levitating it back and let it hover just under the ceiling. It wasn't often that the sixth year got bored but when he was, he always decided to either go for a run, meditate or practice simple spells. One could not practice enough if he had to say so himself.

He was about to levitate the scarf to the statue of Ravenclaw and magically wrap it around her when a young kid stood in front of him. He looked from the scarf to the girl and raised a perfect eyebrow at her words. "You think?" he repeated. "There is a big difference between thinking something is yours and knowing something is" he said as he lowered the scarf down and hovered it in front of her face so that she could see it. "Which one is it?"