I have always been a quiet child. Most believe the thinkers are the crazy ones. I disagree greatly. I have a habit. I do not believe this to be odd enough to call a quirk, but some may think exactly this. When I walk the corridors of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I watch everybody around me. I watch the first years, puzzled by their amateur knowledge of the school grounds, yet entranced by the beauty of what is around them. Since I came to this school of wonder, I have had a special subject whom I take great joy in watching; Neville Longbottom.

It is 2:30 in the morning. My eyes fly open from my sleep. There is a light tapping on my window, just to the left of me. I can barely make out the darkened shapes of my Ravenclaw dormitary. I make a move to get out of bed; my nightgown is twisted in all sorts of directions. I hear Cho Chang mutter in her sleep, followed by an exasperated-sounding sigh. She does this quite often in her sleep, I have noticed. I neatly fold the covers off of my pale, slender body, and shuffle towards the window. "Lumos.", I whisper. A dim, pastel yellow illuminates the end of my wand, giving me just the right amount of light to not trip over anything, and find the right path to the window.

I lightly press my fingers to the cold, stained glass and lower my face to the surface of this glimpse at the night. I suddenly see a small, translucent shadow hovering just behind the piece of glass separating me and the night sky.

Peeves. What is he doing at my window? I do strongly hope this is not one of his childish tricks, or I will send the Bloody Baron after his scrawny remains of a person. And that, I know, will not make him happy in the least. "Intermitto," I mutter, taking the pastel glow off the tip of my wooden wand. "Intercludo!" I say, a pinch louder. Cho abruptly moans in her sleep, I cannot make out what she is saying. Not much different than when she's awake. I remember I must be quiet, for I could by penalize if I wake a roomate up. The Intercludo spell makes a silent beam of hot light erupt from my wand, and I cut a small circle out of the stained glass window's pattern, just enough to talk into and hear Peeves.

"Peeves, what are you doing? Its 2:30 in the morning!" I whisper lightly. "Good evening, Loony-Luna! I have come to do you a favor, you see! And you wouldn't even know if it wasn't for me! Your ickle-Neville is down at the kitchen, having a snack! I have done you a favor, you see! I have helped in the stalking!" He said in a sing-song voice. Peeves...helped me? How does that help me?

Then it hit me.

I have just realized the meaning of Peeve's riddle. He is telling me that Neville is down in the kitchens, he must have asked the house elves to get him something to eat. I have noticed Neville's eating habits are quite odd, he only after noon and after 8:00. I decide that I am going to visit him.

I glide my fingers over the perimeter of my trunk, trying to find the latches. "Alohamora." I breathe. A dim, bright blue glow ignites the tip of my wand. The shade of blue reminds me of the Ravenclaw colors. I lightly tap each latch, unlocking them as I go. I gently lift the top off, and grab a Quibbler t-shirt, one my daddy gave me. I slip it on, with jeans my mother bought me when she visited the muggle country America.

I do not bother with shoes, I simply make my way down the hallway barefoot. I do this often enough, I do not feel the cold stone under my feet anymore. I walk through the Ravenclaw Common Room, there is somebody asleep on the couch. I cannot make out who it is, they look so peaceful.

I quietly exit the Common Room, and try the door to the grand staircase. Locked. Of course, they tightened security after You-Know-Who's return. "Alohamora," I whisper again. If only I had Harry's invisibility cloak, this all would be so much easier! I push the door the to the grand staircase open. Tiny people such as myself have such trouble doing tasks that are mandatory here, I wonder why the doors are so thick and heavy! At least I am growing arm strength.

There are prefects standing at every staircase. I need to find one an invisibility cloak, and FAST. "Minime Tempus!" I exclaim before the prefect yells out to me. I have ten minutes to run to the kitchens, for time will start again in ten minutes. I push past the prefect, a look of shock and anger scrawled on his face, but frozen solid from my spell.

I walk, feeling electric coursing inside my legs. After a few seconds, I break into a run, but I am stopped dead at the edge of the fourth floor staircase. Time is frozen. That means...so are the stairs. How will I be able to run to the first floor now? The distance between me and the stairs is at least thirty feet, I surely cannot jump a distance such as that. I then remember a charm Neville taught me in Herbology, to pull the Mandrake from the Planting pot second year. "Venio mea!", I shout. Slowly, like a cautious unicorn, the staircase begins to creep and slide toward me.

I am running, running toward the painting of the fruit bowl. The yellow of the banana is inching closer to me, I run faster. But in a second, I am on the ground. Glass is strewn everywhere. What happened? There is a blue-green liquid everywhere, and shards of glass are dug into the skin of my entire arm.

Blood is mixing with the liquid, adding a crimson tint to the liquid, turning it grey.

Before I realize what had just occurred, an intense pain shoots through my right arm, covered in glass, blood, and blue liquid. I feel as if my arm is on fire, the burning pain growing more intense every second. I cry out in pain, and grab my arm. I desperately try to wipe the liquid out of my arm, but the wounds are too deep. The liquid is inside my arm, lining the inner wound.

Trying to ignore the pain, though I still cannot get up, I search the liquid and shards of glass for some sort of label, to see what the potion was. The label was wet, I tried to scrape it to me with my good hand. The label read, "D Poi". The ink was smeared, unreadable. I thought back to potions. What did we create today? D, D, D. That's it! Doxy Poison!

I felt my face turn white. Doxy poison most obviously kills the Doxy, but deteriorates human flesh at contact. I looked down at my bloody arm - my flesh was rotting with the passing seconds. I frantically began screaming any counter-curse I could conjure, nothing worked, nothing worked. All of the sudden, I heard somebody running down the hall behind me. The footsteps were coming my way.