Spells, Jinxes, hexes and shields. It was driving me bloody crazy with all the incantations and the wand waving, and then to top it all of the ungrateful sods that were supposed to be my best friends would probably ignore me in favour of talking about what they thought chudley cannons chances were in the cup this season. Arghhhh, it was so frustrating , I don't even know why stress myself out so much as the only thanks I would get is a mumbled well done and a demand to borrow my notes from potions so that they could copy it out and claim them as their own. I thumped my head down on the table and let out a muffled yell, slightly embarrassed and more than ashamed I looked up to see several frightened first years trying to discretely edge way and a very amused Dean Thomas looking directly at me from across the small table. Smirking in a very Malfoy-esque way he said the two words that i knew would potentially bring my reputation as a book worm crashing to the ground. I "I know". Deciding that the best way to get out of this sticky situation would be to plead ignorance I replied in a superior voice "Mr Thomas I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about". Now unfortunately for me he was a Gryffindor through and through and wouldn't take that for an answer, and without another word he lent for ward all the while keeping eye contact with me snapped my book shut, losing my page in the process I might add, and hauled me out of the library ignoring my loud protests and the glare from Miss Pince.