There was a comforting smell to the library, though it was interspersed with worry for Sam. All these books, and at the moment, she couldn't make best use of them. She wandered through the stacks, running her fingers lightly along the edge of the shelves, stopping here and there to look at pictures and names on spines that caught her attention.

If she was going to succeed in Hogwarts, in Ravenclaw, she needed help. Perhaps her Head of House might know where to start?

Taking a deep breath, Sam held up her hand to knock on Kitridge's office door, before apparently thinking better of it and stuffing it back in her pocket as she stepped and turned away.

C'mon Sam. You ne'er turn away from an'fing.

The sooner she got this sorted, the easier it would be, she reminded herself. She wasn't afraid of hard work, and she wasn't even that afraid of what others might think. Pretty much everyone she'd met so far had been really nice and welcoming. Well except perhaps that girl in the boat across the lake, but she hadn't been awful.

She took another breath, and before she could talk herself out of it, quickly closed the distance between her and the door and gave it a light tap.

Here goes nuffin'.