James was actually simply strolling by. No...he wasn't swinging vines or something like that. The usual, at least. Strolling was by far his favorite thing to do in this school now, since swinging on vines from bed to bed when no body was in the room had to be thrown out, since publicity had grown much stronger and boys wanted to be in there beds more, instead of outside with their girlfriends. Yeah...but thats what he wanted too. Poohey.

There was one Professor in particular James wanted to meet. Mainly because of horror stories, but James wanted to be able to greet the mans good side, instead of the bad side which he had heard of so often from his friends. He knew this man was a noble, and since his father (who's now dead) was once a noble, well...maybe they knew each other once. He knocked on the door, his fathers knock. Maybe that way the Lord would know he was bringing good greetings, instead of immediately getting points taken off since he wasn't invited. Here goes...