Emma thought she was being clever, waiting for the dormitory buildings to empty before sneaking from the girls floor up to the boys floor. For a moment, as she looked down the hall both ways to be sure it was empty, she wondered if this was how the girls who had boyfriends did it after lights out each night. She wouldn't know. It was her first year going to school here and she had yet to meet anyone who she would even consider dating, but that didn't make her intentions on the boy's floor any more noble.

She knelt before the door she was looking for and took a pin from her auburn hair, which slipped over her shoulder as if in rebounding joy at having one less clip keeping it in place. The school locks weren't exactly high end and within a few moments of jiggling she heard the lock click and she twisted the knob, gaining access to the room.

She took the time to sweep her hair back up into a pony tail and retied it and then secured the loose bits with the pin she'd just used to pick the lock. All the while she looked around the room. Where could it be? She started with the obvious places, checking the drawers and desk... opening the books that looked like they might have been hollowed out, but she found nothing.

There was one book, however, that she touched and let out a little cry of pain and surprise. It had zapped her, like a static shock. She reached out again and jumped silently as it did it again. The third time she held onto it, her hands shaking as she opened the book. It was no hollowed out inside and it didn't hold the necklace she was looking for. The pages were filled with what looked like hand written text. Curious, she flipped the book shut and kept it. Not what she was looking for, she still decided to keep it so she could go through it later, at her own pace. She could come back and search again the next night.

She was just closing the door when she looked up and saw someone entering the hallway. Her green eyes grew wide as she realized the door had locked behind her and she was trapped in the open, in a place she didn't belong, with a book that didn't belong to her.