A window banged open for the third time that night.You could almost hear the collective sigh from fourth
years Slytherin boys dorm.
Jacob Smithton, a boy with cropped brown hair and a large amount of freckles swung his legs outside of his
bed to close the window- a task that was automatically his, since his bed was closest to the window.
The storm had been going on since lunch that day, regularly throwing windows open and annoying the
students. Jacob, closing the window moved his desk to where it blocked the window, thus eliminating
the problem... it was a wonder he hadn't thought of it before.
Getting back into bed, he heard the rain pounding on the window, which was almost as annoying as having
the window come open. He closed his eyes, hoping for the miracle that he could go to sleep when there was
a loud 'wham' from the wall. He groaned and rolled over, looking at the window.
The window was open again, and a face recognizable to every wizard and witch stared back at him, his pale
face contorted into a nasty grin.
years Slytherin boys dorm.
Jacob Smithton, a boy with cropped brown hair and a large amount of freckles swung his legs outside of his
bed to close the window- a task that was automatically his, since his bed was closest to the window.
The storm had been going on since lunch that day, regularly throwing windows open and annoying the
students. Jacob, closing the window moved his desk to where it blocked the window, thus eliminating
the problem... it was a wonder he hadn't thought of it before.
Getting back into bed, he heard the rain pounding on the window, which was almost as annoying as having
the window come open. He closed his eyes, hoping for the miracle that he could go to sleep when there was
a loud 'wham' from the wall. He groaned and rolled over, looking at the window.
The window was open again, and a face recognizable to every wizard and witch stared back at him, his pale
face contorted into a nasty grin.