Opal skipped down the hall. Normally, she would never skip, what a childish thing to do!
But, the certain situation she was in -Or wasn't in, to be truthful- made her much happier than usual. She had received lots of praise in History of Magic for knowing the exact number of days the First Wizarding War lasted (Approximately 4015, AKA Eleven Years), while the rest of her housemates in the lesson silently kicked themselves. Of course, Opal could tell, because the eye doctor had magically amplified her eyes when her mother secretly took her to the wizard doctor, all the while claiming to her Muggle father that her mother was taking Opal to the Muggle mall.
She was sure of this because before asking her, the teacher called on four other people, all of whom had said "About...". For one; the teacher was asking the exact number. Secondly; every student had told her eleven years, which was right but it was the day count she was asking for.
Finally, Opal arrived in the Study Room. When she entered and softly shut the door, Opal noticed the curtains were drawn and the room was empty. How strange.. The Study Room is never empty... Then again, maybe there was a big Gobstones match I didn't know about! She strode over to the window, and yanked the curtains open, allowing a large blast of light in to blind her eyes.
Opal continued this motion almost four more times until the room was bathed in glorious sunlight. She then sat down in a chair, opened her bag and pulled out a bottle of ink, a quill, and multiple books and got to work on her DADA homework.
A room without books is like a body without a soul. ~Marcus Tullius Cicero