Jake Simpson
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Walking quickly along the fourth floor corridor, carrying a small stack of his books, his notebook placed on top. Jake travelled around Hogwarts, aimlessly trying to get to his next class. He didn't quite know where he was supposed to be. Where he was going and where he was at that moment. The students around him were rushing, going to their own destinations as quickly as they could. Oblivious to the dark haired Slytherin boy they were pushing around. Even though he was being shoved about by the hoard of students around him, Jake was pleased he wasn't being noticed all that much. He stopped walking and looked around for a place to have a rest so he could maintain his invisibility from everybody else. He couldn't see anywhere. He looked down at the top of his notebook "Damnit." He mumbled quietly to himself while the noise of the shouting and footsteps of the crowd around him continued to fill his ears.
He started to walk through the corridor again, hoping there would be a place to sit further along. At that moment he tripped over his own feet and face planted in the middle of the floor. He held his head up and rapidly looked around for his books to see if they had taken any damage from the fall. His school books were completely fine, no damage whatsoever. He let out a quiet sigh of relief and stood up to retrieve his books. At that moment he saw his notebook on the floor, a few of its pages scattered around. He started to get anxious; he had to get those pages quick so nobody would see them. He picked up his notebook as quickly as he could and searched for the pages. He picked up a couple and shoved them back into the tattered cover where they once lived and picked up another that had somehow drifted on top of the frame of a nearby painting. He needed to find one more page. He looked around for it but had no success in locating it. Then he noticed a girl whose face looked familiar walking up to him holding his lost page. He looked at the page and asked "Where did you find that?" as he looked back at her waiting for an answer.
He started to walk through the corridor again, hoping there would be a place to sit further along. At that moment he tripped over his own feet and face planted in the middle of the floor. He held his head up and rapidly looked around for his books to see if they had taken any damage from the fall. His school books were completely fine, no damage whatsoever. He let out a quiet sigh of relief and stood up to retrieve his books. At that moment he saw his notebook on the floor, a few of its pages scattered around. He started to get anxious; he had to get those pages quick so nobody would see them. He picked up his notebook as quickly as he could and searched for the pages. He picked up a couple and shoved them back into the tattered cover where they once lived and picked up another that had somehow drifted on top of the frame of a nearby painting. He needed to find one more page. He looked around for it but had no success in locating it. Then he noticed a girl whose face looked familiar walking up to him holding his lost page. He looked at the page and asked "Where did you find that?" as he looked back at her waiting for an answer.