Angrily, Stella pushed back her chair with a loud SCREECH! and huffed in frustration. How could she focus now, of all times? Right now, History was the last thing on her mind. What about the Quidditch match she had wanted to attend? Because she was stuck in study hall, she couldn't find out the times. Stella stormed out of the room and fumed in the hallway, before heading back to the classroom. No one was in there for now, which was good. She banged her head on the table, trying hard to concentrate.
There was a click, and a small cupboard slid out. Huh? How did she do that? Stella nudged it open and gasped at the contents inside. A dusty notebook. Some glass phials and herbs in bags. But the notebook. She covered her mouth as she read Nicolas Flamel's exact notes on how to create the Philosopher's Stone, with all of the ingredients provided there. But how? Why? Who could have done this? All of a sudden, footsteps clattered in the corridor, and she froze.
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I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.