My heart beats fast as I slowly turn the key to Filch's file cabinet. "P, p, come on! P....." I whisper to myself. My fingers flick through the  files, one after the other. "Aha! P!" My fingers slow as I scan through the P section. "Pettigrew... Peverell.... Pomfrey.....Patil....Potter! Here it is. Potter..." My pale fingers slightly shook as they slipped open the file. "Empty! Dang it James!!" I slammed the folder back into the cabinet somewhere in the 'M' section and slammed the cabinet shut on my fingers. "OW!" I shouted, then mentally scolded myself for yelling. I locked the metal box with a ferocious glare. I strutted out of Filch's office and ran into Della Criox who's hands were on her hips and she was obviously listening. "Oh, hi Della." I blushed. "Well," said Della. "you're just lucky I wasn't Filch; he's in an especially bad mood today, someone tracked mud all over the newly washed Great Hall." Della and I snickered as I made my way back to the Gryffindor  common room, Della headed towards the dungeons.

 "Bye!" 

"See ya tomorrow!"