Finneas had lost his planning folder. Why would it be in the Ravenclaw Common Room? Well, he hadn't a clue. It was the first point in retracing his steps. So errrr.... Here he was in all his glory. One Finneas Schmoe checking under the window seats.

"If I were a folder... Where would I be?" he asked himself as he ducked and began sticking his hands underneath the cushioning. It had to be here somewhere. Truly was a shame that he could no longer use his accio... Though he did prefer to do things the muggle way. In some senses, they were going back to their roots! Sort of.

WHERE WAS IT? He needed it for LESSON PLANS.

Coming from his dorm room, Lukas had ever intention on sitting upon one of the window seats in the common room to read for a bit. He even already had his chosen book in hand. It was one he had read before but had been wanting to read again.

Normally there was a few house mates lounging around the common room or working on assignments. That wasn't the sight he was met with today. Oh, no. Instead the very first thing he saw was Professor Schmoe bent down with his hands beneath the cushions of the window seats. Lukas stood there with a slight look of amusement as well as puzzlement on his young face. What was the professor doing? It looked like he was looking for something? Because if it wasn't, that certainly wasn't the way to fix cushions.

Clearing his throat to announce his presence so as to not startle the man, he made his way over. "Is everything alright, Sir? Have you lost something?" Perhaps he could be of some assistance of some sort.

If it were just the lack of magic, Finneas would have been fine. He was the most prepared among the members of staff! He had trained his ENTIRE life for this. Only this memory thing. This was a problem. He continued to dig his hands into the cushion, though the odds of finding his folder wedged in between the seat was rare, and--"AH!"

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"Er. Hello, Mr...." As if the startle wasn't enough, Finneas couldn't recall the young man's name. "I've er... Yes... That appears to be the case." He looked around in a flustered sort of state. "You errr... haven't by chance seen a errr... lonely folder around here, have you?"

Lukas had only meant to make his presence known to the man and check if he was alright. Instead he was met with a rather loud startled yell. Which had only succeeded in doing one thing...

Startling the boy in return. Jumping backwards with a small 'yelp' of surprise, his book falling from his hand onto the floor at his feet. Taking a second to recover from his own shock, he knelt down to pick up the book and examine it. Luckily no damage had been done to it. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to startle you." Or himself!

"Donovan. Lukas Donovan." He offered his name without missing a beat. This wasn't the first time someone had forgotten his name recently and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last. "A folder?" Blue-gray eyes quickly glanced about the room for any folders that may have been laying around. "I can't say that I have but I can help you look for it? What does it look like?" And please don't say 'A folder!' like his siblings would do, that wouldn't help.

How did that saying go again? What comes around goes around and spooks you too? Something like that, anyway. Finneas, of course, had not meant to startle the young Ravenclaw, but errr some things were not in his control. Like his brain. That definitely was not in his control at the moment, otherwise he would not have forgotten the location of his folder. "Err, yes, I also should apologize. Heh. Whoops." Oopsy daisy, amiright?

"Yes, that's right. Mr. Donovan, of course I knew that. It had just err... Escaped me for a moment." He scratched his head. "Oh! That would be very helpful, Mr. Doonman!" He exclaimed delightedly. "It is about .... er... this big," he held out his hands to demonstrate. "And it is errr a nice shade of... fuchsia! There may be a piece of parchment or two... or five hanging out the sides." And it was a bit ripped, but it did the job, y'know? Trusty planning folder it was.

Huh? Why was Professor Schmoe apologizing to him? Lukas blinked at the man in confusion. Then it dawned on him. They had startled each other even though it had been Lukas fault. "Oh, that's alright, Sir. I am the one that surprised you first." What comes around, goes around, indeed. It had been a small unexpected touch of karma.

"Of course. You do have a lot of students names to remember." The first year decided to touch that out there as a fact. Some people were getting really sensitive about being a bit forgetful these days. Doonman?! Who was Doonman? Lukas tried to hold back an amused grin but his eyes surely gave him away. Doonman, it was!

"A fuchsia fold with one, two or possibly five sheets of parchment inside! Got it, Sir!" As he repeated details of the missing folder back to him. This was very much like being back at home when his siblings or he lost something. The more vague of a description on the missing item the more interesting the search began. Sometimes Lukas even pretended to have misplaced something and gave out random details just to see what his siblings would fun! Anyhow, he best get started on looking around.

"Where do you normally keep it, Professor?" He asked, casting a glance over his shoulder at the man while looking for the missing folder on one of the bookshelves.

"Oh... Were you?" Finneas scratched his head. That wasn't how he remembered it. Come to think of it, he didn't really remember it at all. He smiled anyway. "Happens to the best of us, amiright?" He laughed, despite how unnerving it was to lose such a recent memory. It was getting worse wasn't it? He didn't want to think about it in front of a student. Errr... Head of House was supposed to be a solid source of calm. Perhaps he didn't entirely fit that job description.

He was appreciative for Mr. Doofymen's empathy. "Yes, well, you know," he continued to laugh uncomfortably. He started as if there was more to say, but that was it. That was the entire statement. There was nothing to follow. Whether it was because he forgot the second half or because of his lack of social skills, one may never know.

"Or.... Maybe it was green." The Muggle Studies professor scratched his head as he tried to recall the small details. "Or red? Yes, on second thought it was definitely red..... or fuschia." It really could be green though. He was certain that he had SOME green folders. Whether it was the one he had left behind somewhere in the castle.... Not entirely sure. "Well, er, I tend to keep it in my office. But er... I believe I traveled around the castle quite a bit with it in hand today." So in other words, he wasn't even sure it was HERE. He did start looking under one of the tables though. That was usually a good place to start.

Heath sat on the window seat, his homework spread out in front of him. He was halfway through his transfiguration assignment when he heard a familiar meep! As he looked down, Rey’s big blue eyes met his, and the little gray cat jumped into his lap. One hand held his textbook out of the way while the other gave Rey a little scratch behind the ear, but the cat wanted his full attention. He climbed onto his chest, blocking his view of the book. “Rey…” he said warningly.

The cat jumped down from the seat, spilling Heath’s school bag in the process. He sighed, picking up the books and parchment that had scattered everywhere. As he packed everything up, his eyes fell to one particular item that fell out of his bag. It was the Newt Scamander cutout from the History of Magic assignment, the one he’d forgotten about until that very moment! His eyes darted from Flat Newt to Rey and back again. An idea occurred to him. What if Flat Newt met Rey?

After a quick trip upstairs to get the camera he’d borrowed for the assignment, he positioned Flat Newt on the window seat. Now he just had to get Rey to sit there and hold still long enough to take the picture. He picked up a discarded quill, wiggling it next to Flat Newt. “That’s it, Rey. Get the bird!” The cat jumped onto the window seat, and while she was busy licking the quill, Heath snapped a picture.

SPOILER!!: Flat Newt

“Can I have that back, please?” He picked up the battered quill and used it to jot down his ideas:

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- Flat Newt needs a quiet place to study
- He meets a cat who won’t leave him alone
- He decides to play with her instead of studying

Was he? Ummm. Well, he had thought he had been the one that had startled the man first. Perhaps he was mistaken and it had been the other way around? "I think so?" Lukas replied with a hint of puzzlement tinting his voice, rubbing his neck a little. "Yes, Sir." Ain't that was the truth! Lately nothing made sense and more often than not, the first year didn't know whether he was coming or going.

Lukas blinked at Schmoe. What did he know? Right now in this very second it felt like he knew absolutely nothing. It was as if, the more that went on around him... the even less he understood. The entire situation was really unnerving for him since he liked to know about all the things. Now might not be the best time to focus on that though. There was a missing folder to find.

Wait. What?! The Ravenclaw paused his current search through the shelves of books to look over his shoulder at his Head of House. Now the folder was red or green? Or it could still be fuschia as he had originally said. This was starting to not look so good. "Okaaaaaaay... so possibly a red, green or fuschia folder with one or several parchments inside." The fact that the professor hadn't the foggiest idea WHERE he last had the folder was of no help either.

"Don't worry, Professor. We'll find it." As the words left Lukas' mouth and he wandered over towards the large arm chairs by the fire to look beneath the cushions, he wasn't so sure they would. What had he gotten himself into? Melin help him!

Nothing made sense. Tagline of the century, it seemed. Finneas would raise a glass of butterbeer to that sentiment for sure. Foooor suuuuuuuuurreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

"........" Well, when Locas put it that way. Er. "Yes. Precisely." Though it wasn't a very precise picture at all. It was all very fuzzy. Finding this folder (was it a folder they were looking for?) (errr) would surely prove to be quite the feat. At least he wasn't doing it on his own, that was nice. He smiled at Mr. Doonman as the young man went on to reassure. Heh. Heh. Heh. What a time to be alive.

"So Mr. Doonman," he began as he decided to look under another table. "How have your class been err... treating you?" Small talk was something they could do. Yes. Excellent.

Great. This was great. Perfect in fact. Lukas knew exactly what it was that he was looking for. So did Professor Schmoe. Therefore this could only mean one thing. The two of them working together were bound to find that missing folder.

How long could it take to find one fold with parchments stuffed inside anyway? Surely not all that long. Lukas smiled brightly at Finneas, lifting a cushion to look beneath it.

Was it strange that the first year turned his head to look over his shoulder at his Head of House without so much of a thought at being called 'Doonman'? Whether it was his name or not he was the only other person in the room right now. Classes? He wanted to know how his classes are going? "Uhhh, I guess classes have been going well? It's a little weird learning charms and things when I'm unable to cast them to know if I'm actually doing it properly or not." Learning wand movements and incantations was great and all but being unable to try the spells for real left him constantly wondering if he was really learning anything at all.

Small talk was nice but there was just one problem now. What was it he had been looking for again?

Is that what it meant because to be quite honest, Finneas Schmoe did not carry that sort of confidence. He never did carry that sort of confidence, but especially in the matter regarding this missing folder. It seemed like a futile endeavor and he was just about ready to kiss the folder goodbye.

He was pleased to be spending more time with Lucifer though. He was a good kid, Finneas admired his chutzpah! "Errrr.... Yes, I can imagine that to be the case." He chuckled awkwardly as he thought about it. Fortunately, not much had changed for his classes because his students weren't supposed to use magic anyway. Not that this mattered because Finneas couldn't remember much of what happened during his lessons these days. It was all very strange.

Small talk was nice and Finneas was growing tired of bending down. "Have you had lunch?" Thoughts of the folder were long gone.

What folder?

Being a small boy of twelve was proving helpful in the search. Lukas had gotten down on his hands and knees to peer underneath the couches and arm chairs. "It's not under here." If it was he would have been holding whatever it was that had been lost already.

"It makes Charms and Transfiguration lessons difficult." He loved to read and practicing wasn't a problem for him either but there was only so much a book could do for you when you weren't able to physically see the results of your attempts. "I think I'm learning a fair bit though, anyhow." Or so he hoped. If he wasn't, who could really blame him?

The first year moved off his hands and knees to sit on the floor right where he was. Lunch. Had he eaten lunch already? He couldn't remember. Honestly he wasn't even sure what time it was now. "I don't think so? I can't really remember." The topic of lunch was making him feel a bit hungry though.