Elijah was sitting at one of the tables in the common room, getting cosy by the fire. Attractive people had to keep their bodies at just the right temperature to increase their chances of continuing to be attractive in old age. He had read it somewhere in some magazine by some beauty therapist whose name escaped him now. So, basically, it was utterly TRUE.

He was in the process of writing a letter to his Mum to let her know how he was getting on (because even hawt boys checked in with their mothers). He was telling her all about that horrible Hufflepuff boy who attacked him with his boots (although in this particular version Elijah had whopped HIS behind and not vice versa); his amazing developments in Charms class; and even felt the need to tell her of the different runes he had 'learned' recently, also.

Elijah found himself stumbling on a particular word, though, much to his frustration. He just wanted to get this over with and owled so he could keep his Mum quiet for another fortnight and then he could continue his everyday life being gorgeous without any hassle.

Deciding to call on help from one of his fellow 'Puffs, he shouted out toward the rather sweaty girl who appeared to be melting into the sofa. "Oi, you! How do you spell catastrophe?"