Sam walked slowly down the fifth floor corridor, not really paying attention to where she was going. Being a Seventh year official sucked. Nobody ever warned her that NEWTS were going to be so brutal. She has been crammed in the library for the past few weeks, studying like crazy. Her. Samantha Edwards. Studying! It was completely ridiculous. But what can you do? Apparently they are important or something. Like she cared. But if she didn't report to her mother about what a eventful day of studying she had, then a Howler was found around breakfast time. She has already received two this term. Everybody was against her.

Today she couldn't really concentrate though, so here she was wondering down the corridor, looking for any means of a distraction. Anything to get her out of the forsaken library. Maybe she would write a letter to Milo. She had been meaning to.

Making up her mind, she sat down upon the floor, resting her back on the wall, and pulled out a sheet of parchment from her bag. She then took her favorite quill from out of her pocket and looked off into space. What to write, what to write?