When Vince was done with the book, he carefully put it back in the shelf, smiling. His white smile shined in the dark as his light brown hair was covering his eyebrows. Getting bored, he left the common room going to the halls. He looked at the paintings, glancing at them closely. He remembered each painting from his previous years, but he saw new ones. Ignoring the artwork, he continued down the hall. He immediately slid on something, which seemed to be some magical beans. He knew first years did it since every first year seemed to have a prank up their sleeve. He continued walking down the hall, not even wondering where he is going. He sighed and took a seat at a chair nearby.


OoC: So, did you decide about my spells I created?