While everyone was in the Great Hall eating food, or near the entrance hall, chatting with friends, a boy named Talon sat on a bench near the Grand Staircase, reading his book. He hadn't had any friends in a while, and Talon was partially okay with it. At times, he felt like he had an open void in his body, something that he couldn't possibly explain, yet theorized it was just the absence of friends. Frankly, he wanted a lot more friends yet never really had the ambition or drive to try and gain some. He preferred his alone time, seldom conversing with anyone in his age group or house. Maybe this was why the professors had been worried about him at one point. He hadn't looked sad, just another regular kind of guy that you would see in a wizarding boarding school, yet the professors saw through his charade. Talon often wondered if they had cared, or rather they just wanted him to feel better so he would graduate with high honors and make the school look good. Often times, he figured it was the latter.
Talon had been browsing through a book he managed to pick up at the library, 'Achievements in Charming', something he thought would help him prepare for his Charms tests. The material made sense to him, yet he had a lot of trouble trying to retain it after every page. Magic wasn't exactly something you could pick up on and remember it at the breakneck speed of a cheetah. He groaned ant closed his book, knowing full well he couldn't cram any more information in his head. Talon set the book down beside him and rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes. He was pretty exhausted, staying up late and trying to review his Defense Against the Dark Arts lectures as well. The lack of sleep was catching up to him, and soon he almost felt himself lose conscientiousness. He quickly snapped himself awake though, rubbing his eyes hoping the friction would cause him to wake up. Might as well try to pick up on page 103... he thought to himself and reached for his book.
When he reached for his book though, he quickly realized his palm fell flat on the bench. Blinking several times, he looked to his right and saw that his book was gone! Looking under the bench, looking around the bench, and looking between his legs, he couldn't find his textbook anywhere. "Great, just great," he muttered bitterly, standing up. He began to search the area, hoping he would see his book somewhere.