Cutty was carrying a small stack of books into the study area from the shelves, one of which was Hogwarts: A History. Jezzebelle Antoinette, a Gryffindor girl whose year Cutty didn't give two shakes about had mentioned it to him while they were out on the lake. Why? He wondered hadn't his mother mentioned anything at all to him about her old school? Was it for his father being so set on him going to that Canadian school? Or was it something else? Or Maybe it was because she knew how not good it really was. He would adapt, anyway, he thought as he found a private-feeling little corner in which to pry deeper into the history of this school. He dropped his bag down and it sank to the floor as though it had been filled with bricks.