Lana Di Angelo. Age: 16. School: Beauxbatons. Favorite color: Cyan.
Current Status: BORED.
Lana could not stifle the subtle cries of solitude as she shut yet ANOTHER book. The dust it had collected once upon a blue moon now billowed forth like fire from a Fiendfyre attack. It did not change the fact this day was boring. She wanted to talk with somebody, pull a prank, or even skip stones. For the first time since she arrived, Lana was wondering if she had made the wrong choice in coming over to Hogwarts.
Wait- no.
That kind of thinking would NOT do.
Lana's hand dug into her knapsack, the one her motherly maid had embroidered with her name, and pulled out a much newer book. It was Lana's personal journal, where she wrote, sketched and dabbled with the various incantations she had come to develop over the years of her glorious youth. She closed her eyes and flipped through the pages, hoping that the page she would lay her finger on was the perfect concept to ruin the dreariness of the day.
The result? The Klaptrap spell. A spell cast upon a random object, which it cause it to rage about in the most annoying manner it could manage. And since Lana was in a magical Library, nothing would seem too out of place. Smiling mischieviously, she raised her wand at the first book she saw, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It was a deceivingly small novella, bound lightly, with a bright red spine. A PERFECT target for a bored young witch.
She muttered the absurd incantation, and watched the magic take effect. The book was still in its birch shelf, sandwiched between Fabulous Wands and their Fascinating owners and the Fascinating Wizards (2010 ed.) anthologies. But as her magic began its work, the book began to "shoulder" itself off the shelf. The little tome flopped to the ground, falling page-flat as the cover crushed the leaves of pages the book contained. Lana looked nonchalantly over the table, hoping that the spine hadn't broken off. But she was in luck- the book was not "dead." It was, in fact, rather lively. It closed its cover upon itself and flopped onto its back cover. Then it began flapping and shut, as it slip across the ground. The sound of the book echoed through the first floor, but Lana doubted that it was loud enough to annoy the kind Librarian that had pointed her the way.