Closed Easy Mistake

Freddie Lagowski

professional napper
 
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OOC First Name
Clairey
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Too Young to Care
Age
11
Hiding was a strong word to describe what Freddie was doing in the empty classroom. No, no, he wasn't hiding. Recuperating - yes, that was more like it. He’d managed to get himself into a mostly comfortable position at a desk in the corner, a good book in hand, legs stretched out under the table, sunlight from the lead-paned window warming his shoulder. He could have stayed there all day. Alas, nature was calling. He left his book, sweater, scarf, and a bracelet on the desk. Nobody had come into the classroom all morning; the chances of someone turning up in the five minutes he was looking for a bathroom were minuscule.

He returned a few moments later and leaned on the door. It didn’t budge. He tried the handle. Locked? Someone had locked the door? But he’d only just come out! What about his book? His sweater? It was one his best! Damn it - what kind of idiot locked a classroom without checking it was empty? He swung his foot at the wood. This was ridiculous.
 
Sixth year felt a little different to Vanity. No OWLs looming, no annoying older brother around, she still wasn't one of the oldest students so it was pretty easy to avoid responsiblity, even as a prefect. Life was pretty good. She hadn't done very well on her OWLs and only took a few classes now, which probably wasn't good in the long run but it was enjoyable right now. It wasn't like Vanity was every going to work at the stupid Ministry or whatever, so it wasn't a great loss. She was looking for someone to hang out with, maybe Morrie or Cornelius, when she suddenly heard a thud. She looked around and frowned as she spotted a young kid, probably a firstie, kicking a door. Vanity paused in her tracks. This wasn't her business, but she was nosy. Also, she supposed that as a prefect it was her business, in a way. She shouldn't let someone destroy school property, or whatever. Even if the kid didn't look like he could make a dent in the door even if they gave him a year to do it. "Hey, kid. What did that door ever do to you?" She called over.
 

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