Your mess is mine

Is being curious good or bad?

I was woken up by the Sunrays that shone through the lake, exposing all the creatures hiding in its depths.

First day of sixth year.
Who knows what life will be like on the last.

I rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed to breakfast with Alana.

The day seemed to go fast, all my classes seemed to go on as usual except from the fact I had been given a piece of homework from every class so far.

'Why is it that this school does everything they can to stop us from having a social life?' I said to Alana as we left potions

'Don't ask me, it's your dad that's a teacher Delia'

'That's if he still is my dad, I've spoken to malfoy more than I've spoken to him since we've started school'

'We'll it is only the first day, when was the last time you spoke to him?'

'Alana, the last time I spoke to him was in the summer, after those people had left'

'What people?'

I had spent so long thinking about last night that I hadn't got the chance to even tell Alana about summer nor what actually happened last night!

'Oh Alana I have so much to tell you! I promise I'll fill you in when I get a chance... I have a free period next, how about you?'

'We'll I have transfiguration last, so maybe after school'

'Sure I'll meet you back in our dorm'

I walked Alana to transfigurations then wandered around hopelessly until I finally thought of something to do.

After about 15 minutes of wondering I found myself outside the room of requirement

A room so full of nothing yet everything

I used to come up here with Alana, Harry,Ron and hermione in 1st and 2nd year. We'd play hide and seek for hours. Then one day we just stopped. It's never occurred to me why, we all just grew up I guess....

Speaking of them three, I haven't seen them all since the end of last term. I mean Ive seen them in  most of my classes so far but I haven't had a chance to catch up with them , like I haven't had a chance to catch up with Alana and I share a form with her.

Recently I've been feeling quiet.
Not in the sense that I've  gone quiet verbally but in the way that the voice in my heads gone quiet.
There's so much going on yet nothing. I know of nothing, yet. Yet- I say as I know there's something and when there's a will there is a way. When I want to know something, I will find out one way or another.

I opened the door and took myself inside.
Plies upon piles of junk and rubbish stacked upon eachother.
Honestly, you'd think they'd have a clear out once in a while, how much rubbish can one school have?

I wandered around until I came to a tall wooden cupboard, decorated with a thinner wood that laced the large object like a snails trail.

I traced the pattern with my fingertips,
When I heard the door creek open.
Now truly speaking, I'm not entirely meant to be in here. Although it's a free period, it's not really.
According to dad it's supposed to be spent revising or reading- doing something useful. If he knew what I was doing now he'd go ballistic.

I opened the door of the cupboard and jumped in.

How could I have been more stupid