The locked door... Locked

The abandoned toilets were the perfect place for solitary peace and quiet. Well, that's if you found it easy to ignore the cracked and splintered mirrors, the uneven and dislodged tile floor and the various other signs of wear that made it seem as though the bathroom had fallen victim of a nasty dueling session. Giovanni however, found this hardly a matter to stress about, he knew exactly what tiles were uneven and would make u slip precariously or even trip if you were to accidentally step on them. He knew what to not touch and what was safe to touch (safe meaning he could brush his cloak against it without it crumbling down on him). The thing was, Giovanni enjoyed the feeling of being safely tucked away from the hustle and bustle of loud and noisy students (something that was hard to come by at a large wizarding boarding school).

He had charms next, but was waiting till last minute to sprint his way to the classroom; the chapter of the book he was crouched by the only intact sink reading was too interesting to put down. Nevertheless, he kept anxiously checking his wristwatch to ensure he had enough time to slip out and arrive at his class on time enough to avoid a detention. The bathroom was fairly silent, aside from the drip, drip from one of the broken pipes which leaked water onto the floor down the opposite of the bathroom. As his eyes trailed the remnants of the last sentence, Giovanni stood up, straightened his robes and cloak and made to stow away his book in his bag.

There was a shuffle of noise, a snap of a door and a thud.

“Hello? Hello!”

Giovanni snapped his head up and instinctively straightened up, his expression irritated. Who on earth had disturbed his peaceful sanctuary? Sure, he had been about to leave, but the knowledge that other students may use this place as much as he did made him feel agitated. He flickered his gaze over to the door, tilting his head in slight amusement as he took in the sight of a boy frantically hammering against the door. His heart sank as he took in the meaning behind his strange actions. What an idiot. Had the other boy forgotten that he needed to prop the door open specifically an inch and a half to ensure it doesn't swing shut and lock the inhabitants inside it? Evidently so.

“What the hell are you doing?” He spat. The question came out rather aggressively and he grasped his bag tighter on his shoulder, standing stock still, his mind racing with ideas of escape routes and bubbling irritation at the boy who had caused this catastrophe. Gosh, did he even know the unlocking spell yet? No. He'd read about it, but he certainly had not mastered the spell yet. Heck, he was a first year, and these were his very first few weeks. Giovanni had a very distinct but almost certain idea that charms class was out of the question today, and yet it was ironic that that very class could be exactly where he'd be able to put into practice the spell which would be able to free them from the grimy bathroom they were now locked in.