After wandering endlessly and looking around for a good while, Ingrid dropped a heavy school bag from her shoulder, laid it on the floor and started to walk back and forth, running her fingers through her hair. She was getting annoyed - finding the book she needed began to seem like an impossible task. She sighed deeply and then tilting her head slightly, tried to read the names of the books as quickly as she could. She ran her fingers on the backs of the books, until she finally - after dozens of rows - found what she had been looking for. Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. Not a book that she would voluntarily read on her spare time, but at least she was relieved to have found it - now she could finish her essay and hopefully get a decent grade. She rose on her toes and reached her hand up to the old book, unaware of someone else doing the same on the other side of the bookshelf.
"Hey, you - what do you think you're doing? This book is mine!"
Ingrid's whisper was quiet but fierce, and she did not have a slightest intention to let the book go from her hand. Whoever it was who tried to take the book from in front of her nose, would soon learn that Ingrid was not a girl who shared.
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INGRID WINTERWOOD | PREFECT | CHASER FOR THE SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH TEAM