Laura wandered along the corridor, humming quietly to herself as she thought about the term so far. It was great, her and Jule were gatting along well, and Vicky was no where to be seen. It seemed great to Laura, even though she hadn't seen Linda or Izzy Bella for a while, and she seemed to be alone most of the time. Shrugging once, and reminding herself that it was her fault she wasn't willing to make friends, Laura carried along down the corridor, deep in thought about the coming year, ans the years to follow.

Until she heard a ripping sound, and looked down to see parchment and books, ink and quills cascading onto her feet. Goaning, Laura mentally wondered why this always happened to her. Why, why, why? It just wasn't fair. Bending down, she begain to pick up her stuff, complaining under her breath at the fact that her colour changing ink had soak her Transfiguration book.