After his last lesson of muggle studies Bertie had agreed to meet up with Vivianna. Sometimes it was difficult to keep in contact on a regular basis with them both having lessons, exams coming up and Vivianna also had a job outside of Hogwarts to juggle amongst her schedule. However the two had decided to make time with one an other at some point each week - usually on the weekend but on Thursdays they both had a more laid back timetable, at least Bertie did anyway.
The day had commenced with a care of magical creatures class where they had been studying bowtruckles. It had been a pleasant sunshine, making the lesson that more enjoyable as they drew sketches of the bowtruckle and fed them woodlice. After that had been herbology, Bertie's favourite class. Again the dazzling light filtering through the glass roof had put the boy in an even chirpy mood. The sun did that to Bertie. Maybe it was the supply of vitamin D?
Although the entire day wasn't spectacular. After lunch Bertie had spent the past two hours sat in double muggle studies. It wasn't that he disliked the subject, in fact it had been interesting and somewhat comical when he sat in the lesson and observed how wizards learnt about muggles. Despite that going over Muggle inventions, electricity and items in a muggle kitchen were less interesting. Bertie already knew about toasters. You put the slices of bread into the toaster, push the button down and wait for them to pop up. Logic really. Although perhaps it was more complicated if you hadn't grew up in the muggle world.
After the grouling time drawing sketches and labelling parts of a washing machine and dishwasher Bertie had concluded he wanted to drop the subject at the en of the year, something he was going to consult with Vivianna about. He didn't need the subject after all and it would give him extra time to explore his imagination... Or read up more on his classes. However before he could get round to the topic Vivianna had left to use the toilet, her bag on the floor.
Standing from the chair Bertie walked over to a bookshelf on the wall besides the teachers desk. He hadn't used this classroom before, examining the spine of the covers he couldn't even make out what subject was taught here, all the books were wrote in runes... Ah. Ancient runes was taught here. Bertie tugged at a thick leather bound book in an attempt to discover what the subject was all about. Perhaps he would be able to swap muggle studies for ancient runes?
Bertie continued to tug, the tips of his fingers turning redder and redder. No use. The book was too tightly jammed in. This wasn't good. Goodness knows how long it would take Vivianna to get to the toilet, do her business and then return. Bertie needed to occupy himself! Pressing his foot firmly against the bottom shelf the Ravenclaw yanked the book from the shelf, falling back in a shower of other books that toppled from the bookshelf, flooding the floor around him.
'Ouch.' He muttered, rubbing his head before standing up to examine the mess. Anyone would think Peeves had been at work. The books had torn edges, folded corners and crumpled covers. A nearby chair had fell over in the process and somehow Bertie must have knocked Vivianna's bag as her belongings were everywhere.
Oh goodness me. Not knowing how to arrange the books he collected them in his arms and stacked them neatly on the teachers desk, putting aside the thick leather bound copy that he had his eye on. After that he turned to Vivianna's bag. It seemed she planned to indulge into the confectionary during their meeting. Chocolate frogs, liquorice wands (Bertie's Favourites), crystallised pineapple, peppermint chews and some rather colourful sherbet. The liquorice wands were tempting, Vivianna wouldn't mind if he had a nibble whilst she waited surely? He felt rude but chances are she had brought them for him anyway, Bertie couldn't recall her enjoying them as much as him - but that could be because he was too busy enjoying them himself.
Tearing open the wrapper he extract the dark treat and bmchewed the end off. Yum. As he continued to knaw the food in his left hand, with his right he began to restock the other goods back into Vivianna's school bag. Apart from the sherbet. He wanted to try that. Bertie hadn't seen it before and he only guessed it would taste delicious coated on a liquorice wand.
Unsealing the clear bag that the powder was in he licked the end of the liquorice wand and dunked it into the bad, ensuring he was going to get a huge mouthful of the newly discovered sweet. The 'sherbet' tickled his Tongue and wizzed down his throught. It felt good. Odd but good. Then again all magical confectionary was rather odd. Continuing to dip the wands into the clear packet he felt himself feeling more bizarre.
The room seemed to be getting brighter, his eyes wider and exertions he glanced at the bookshelf he had the urge to send the rest of the books flying. What was going on?
Rising from the floor Bertie waltzed over, physically danced, to the teachers desk where he had piled the fallen books up. WHAM! With a clenched fist they toppled to the ground; pages bending even more. Unable to contain himself Bertie fell into a fit of laughter before venturing the shelf and sending the whole thing crashing to the floor. This wasn't like Bertie at all! Bertie loved books. You could say the Ravenclaw had an OCD tendency to them. He was deeply annoyed when the spines contain a crease yet here he was now throwing them in the air as he lay on his bag howling like a hyaena on heroin!