He woke up fresh and rested, in his head there was already a big plan for the whole day.
He was happier and more cheerful than usual, greeting everyone who met during his trip to the Great Hall, where he would have had breakfast. That was a positive thing to start the day with.
After a healthy and large meal, he immediately left the Great Hall to go up to the First Floor. He had a free period, so he decided to take advantage of it.
He walked quickly, with his precious notebook tight in his arms and his Magical wand in the Gryffindor cloak's pocket, almost falling down from it. He checked the corridor and nobody was around. Most of the students were still eating.
He stared at the Study Room door for several seconds until he decided to open and, finally, enter. He breathed the closed air of the room, which wasn't that bad for him. It looked ancient, fascinating and cool. Nobody was there, apparently.
The boy put back his notebook on the dusty and old desk, opening it to the 'Fire-Making Spell' page. He read that carefully, trying to not miss a word. He still had problems with that spell, he wasn't able to control it.
Darius grabbed firmly his wand as he read the paragraph, but he looked like he was waiting for something to happen.
He felt it from the moment he had woke up. He felt something was going to happen.
And that something was about to happen: somebody opened the Study Room's door.
"If you can dream it, you can do it!"