A.G. PV Avery Gray Complete

Avis groaned, digging through her satchel. She'd sat through Charms for the first half hour doodling on a piece of parchment and then the class had been instructed to take out their textbooks for a bit of group reading. That's where her problems began.

She'd pulled out her Charms textbook, only to find that a massive ink splotch had bled through the first few pages. In her attempt to find a handkerchief, or at least something similar, to wipe up part of the mess, she'd discovered her satchel was a bit roomier than usual which led to her now desperate search through the bag. Her Transfiguration textbook had vanished, which she supposed was rather ironic seeing as they'd just learned about the Vanishment branch in that very class the other day.

As the professor continued the lecture, Avis checked her bag for a third time and finally gave up the search, sighing a bit louder than she'd intended. A Hufflepuff student next to her leaned over.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Nosy much? Avis shook her head.

"I can't find my Transfiguration book," she whispered back, trying to look focused on the lesson. Strangely enough, the student gave her a double take.

"What's your name?" she continued. Avis furrowed her brows in confusion. Sure she always appreciated new friends, but the timing was a bit ridiculous.

"Avis. Avis Greymond," she whispered back, "Look, we should probably-" she began in an attempt to bring the other student's attention to the lesson, but the girl interrupted her.

"Oi, I may have given your textbook to someone else. An Avery Gray," the girl said in an apologetic tone. Avis whipped her head around to face the Hufflepuff who was looking rather sheepish.

"You what?!" she said out loud. A few disgruntled complaints echoed through the room around her and Avis forced a smile. "Sorry. Sorry," she said hastily and turned back to the girl. "You what?" she whispered loudly.

"I found it in the study room and gave it to Avery. You have the same initials. I thought the book was hers," the girl said and turned back in her seat to focus on the reading. Oh now you want to focus. Avis huffed in annoyance.

Whoever this Avery was had better be easy to find. Avis needed that book and fast.

Avis took a large bite of her sandwich. She figured she had a few more places to look for her book before Transfiguration tomorrow. If anything, perhaps the person who currently had her book had thought to return it to the Transfiguration classroom. Avis supposed that that is what she would have done.

Realizing she had some time before Herbology later in the afternoon, Avis decided she'd take a trip up to the fifth floor. Unfortunately, this book was worth sacrificing a bit of energy for. She had some reading and notes to take before class and she needed that textbook desperately.

Finishing up the sandwich, Avis leapt up from the Ravenclaw table and shouldering her leather satchel, she marched out the large double doors, determined to keep this pace until she reached the Transfiguration classroom.

. . .

Unfortunately, that did not seem to be the case as she dragged herself up the last few steps, a bead of sweat leaving a streak down the side of her face. Avis checked the ticking clock on one of the walls. She had 20 minutes to Herbology, all the way back down the steps and outside. She groaned wondering if she should have waited until after class to make the journey up to the fifth floor. Well, it's too late now.

Avis dragged herself into the classroom, still trying to catch her breath. She glanced around in nervous anticipation, realizing a class was about to start as a few students filed in. Avis was about to make her way quickly to the front of the classroom to ask the professor about a missing book when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Are you missing a book? Some girl gave it to me this morning, and I can't seem to find the owner. It has the initials 'A.G.' in it," a girl with long brown hair dressed in Gryffindor robes said, waving her over. Avis' eyes lit up. Thank Merlin! How very astute of this girl. She must've noticed Avis' poorly hidden panic. She grimaced and walked over.

"Yes! I am missing a book. I heard that you're also an 'A.G.', yeah?" she joked, relief flooding through her nervous system.

Avis smiled as the other "A.G." went along with her joke and laughed. Thank Merlin it had been someone helpful who'd come into possession of her book.

"Well, I probably would've gone and lost that as well if they'd given someone else's book to me," Avis replied, shaking her head, the smile still spread across her face.

"What's your next class?" the Gryffindor asked as a few more students shuffled into the Transfiguration classroom. Speaking of, it seemed class was about to start soon, which also meant that Avis was probably about to be late to Herbology. She hastily glanced at the clock on the wall and made a face.

"Herbology," she grumbled. Not only was she going to be late, but she was about to head to her least favorite class and the absolute bane of her existence. Avis shoved the book back into its place inside her satchel and gave the other girl a quick, last smile. She turned to leave as the class began to settle into their desks around them, but stopped as the other first year said something else. Shifting back around, she stuck out her hand for the other girl to take as she introduced herself.

"Avis. Avis Greymond," she replied confidently. "And yours?"