"Mal!"

"Go away…"

"Mal! Wake up!"

"No. I'm not finished sleeping."

Something slammed into my head, causing me to bolt up immediately, pushing the dark blue covers from my body. Grayson was standing over me, with a textbook that had just come down on my head.

"What the hell was that for?!" I shouted as I rubbed the bump that was starting to form on my head.

"I already tried shaking you. That didn't seem to work," he replied with a sly grin.

Trying my best not to throw a fit, I got up and began to change. "What day is it?" I asked as I pulled some socks on.

"Saturday! You know what that means?" Grayson asked enthusiastically.

I gave him an exhausted look and replied, "Yes, it means that I spent all of last night at a Metamorphmagus lesson. I'm very tired."

I wasn't too surprised when he rolled his eyes and tossed his textbook on his bed. "No! Saturday means we have the day off!"

He began prancing around the dormitory, setting off small bursts of fireworks with the end of his wand, eventually waking up Phineas and Kevin. Both didn't seem too happy to be awake.

"Why's he in such a good mood?" Kevin asked after a large yawn.

I shrugged. Phineas collapsed in a heap on the floor and continued to sleep on the cold stone. Kevin fell back into his bed.

"I guess it's time for breakfast," I yawned to myself.

Grayson had heard and ran over, saying, "Look at the time! It's ten in the morning! Breakfast ended hours ago!"

Sighing, I said, "Then, I'll wait for lunch."

Grayson wasn't listening. He was running off up the stairs and shooting fireworks. What had gotten into him? He was wild. He was hyper. He was going nuts.

All of Ravenclaw tower was giving him the eye. He ran past Kimberly and her friends, turning their quills into flowers. He flew past Caitlyn and Padma, turning their wizard's chessboard into a multi-tiered fountain. He even pulled some books off the shelves and turned them into mice.

I walked over to Kimberly, who bluntly asked, "What's wrong with that weirdo?"

"I have no idea."

"Well, whatever it is, it's frightening me, stop him before I do something about him," she warned, giving me a quick glance at her wand to assure me that she was being serious.

Looking over at Grayson, who was hanging streamers off the ceiling, I shouted, "Grayson! Let's go!"

"Where?" he asked with a massive grin.

"Umm…we're going to see if the kitchen does late breakfasts. Come on!" I lied. I had no intention of going to the kitchens. I was going to find someone who would know what the deal was with him. Hopefully I would find someone who would know how to fix it. Grayson was usually a cheerful person, but not this cheerful. He was quite literally bouncing off the walls.

Grabbing him by the arm, I tugged him out of the common room and down the external stairs. I had made it all the way to the courtyard outside Dumbledore's office before I felt another pair of hands tugging Grayson in the opposite direction.

I looked over to see Caitlyn pulling him in the direction of the clock tower.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" she replied.

Looking back into her amber eyes, I replied, "I'm taking him to Dumbledore! He'll know what to do."

Grayson wasn't listening. His head was bolting around in many different directions, quite rapidly. It reminded me of the time that my brother, Owen, had gone wild in a sweetshop and had come back with a sugar high.

Suddenly, she pointed her finger in the direction of the door to Dumbledore's office and shouted, "Well, there he is!"

I turned and saw no one. One glance back at Caitlyn (or rather her absence) told me that she had run off with Grayson.

"Rgh!"

Sighing with frustration, I ran after the sound of her footsteps as she made off towards the clock tower. I caught a glimpse of Grayson's robes as the two of them bolted up the stairs and into the Hospital wing.

I had reached the hospital wing in time to see all of their stunned faces.

"What?" I asked.

They didn't say a word.

Dumbledore was already there, looking down on the three of us as if we had interrupted his chat with Madam Pomfrey, Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall.

"Can I help you?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking down on our stunned faces. We were all too nervous to speak (well, Caitlyn and I. Grayson was still jumping and tapping like a madman).

After a few moments of stunned and awkward silence, Madam Hooch grew impatient and yelled, "Speak up!"

"Uh, yes, sir…I mean, ma'am! Um, it's Grayson, something's not right about him," I said.

"Mr. Hargreaves, this is the second person that you've pointed out something odd about," McGonagall replied, "Have you even considered that all of this could just be your over active imagination?"

Dumbledore raised his hand, gesturing McGonagall to stop. Walking over to the ever-wild Grayson, he said, "Young Malcolm is right. Something isn't quite right with Mr. Gastan."

"Yeah, if only he was this enthusiastic in my flying lessons!" Hooch grunted. She began to chuckle, but stopped when Professor McGonagall shot her a look.

"What do you suppose is the matter with him, Albus?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, Minerva, however, I think this spell should do the trick," the Headmaster replied, lifting his wand and muttering, "Finite Incantatem."

Suddenly, the jumpy Grayson had keeled over and collapsed on the ground. He seemed like he was going to be sick, up until he opened his mouth to start speaking.

"Pol laka rug ta!" he shouted. He glanced down at himself, obviously confused at his own 'words.'

Almost instantly, Madam Pomfrey shouted, "Memory Charm!"

Both she and Dumbledore raised their wands and began muttering incantations under their breath, before Grayson had slumped over.

He looked exhausted, but he was awake. Caitlyn and I eyed him with curiosity.

He glanced up and groaned. "What happened?"

"Someone has inflicted you with a memory charm," Madam Pomfrey explained, "Fortunately it was a very weak one, possibly from another student."

"Why do I feel so awful?" Grayson asked, his brow wrinkled with worry.

"Ah, I must apologize," Dumbledore replied, "That was my doing. The attacker had also given you a Cheering charm, so I had to counteract it with the Spell of Dread. Tell me, Grayson, what was the last thing you remember?"

Grayson groaned again. "It was late last night, and I looked out my window to see a hooded figure crossing the grounds. I went down to find out who it was, but…I remember hearing someone behind me, and when I turned, I was hit by a flash of light. Then, I wound up here. What happened?"

Dumbledore and McGonagall glanced at each other, before he pressed further. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Just…just a tiny flash of white."