Wesley grinned, face illuminated by the scary floaty things. Reaching out a tentative hand, she stroked the smooth leather book, running her fingers against the spine.

It was HERS!

Scrunched up low in her chair so that the glowing numbers wouldn't get her, Wesley wiggled her head, trying to take in the fact that it was hers. This was so nice of the professor! It was just like her Ancient Runes Professor and all the pretty lit-

Small mouth forming a little O, Wesley blinked, all warm-fuzzy feelings vanished. She shuddered, her eyes starting to blur. The Hufflepuff quickly closed them, wincing inwardly at the prickly sting, trying not to remember.