"I know it's elvish because I have seen it before. The ministry of magic has it's writing inscripted on the wall" I thought for a moment "hmm...I'll go to the library and look up elvish writing tomorrow-"
"Mr. Granger!" Madam Pomfrey brust hustling down the corridor. "I have been looking for you. You have hurt your leg-"
"It's fine, really"
"-Don't be rediculous, it's bleeding. Come with me!" With that she pulled me off to the hopsital wing.