Chapter 11

Digger went running through the dark damp halls. He didn't really mind that, he was used to it. But he was about to be late for his first class, and he didn't really want that to happen.

There's the door! Digger thought. He shoved it aside and ran in. He hadn't been watching where he was going and tripped over a box, making its contents fall all over the floor. Fortunatly, the only thing inside were a few books.

Then the Other at the front of the class, the potions teacher no doubt, spoke. "I would think if Ravenclaws were as intelligent as they claim to be, they wouldn't trip over things they had to go out of their way to reach."

There were a few muffled laughs from the students. "Well that might be true," As Digger spoke he got up and put the books back into the box. They seemed to be spares of some sort. "But we're also intelligent enough to know being late for our first class is bad."

Then he walked towards his seat. This day had not started well.