Something Handsome had noticed since beginning Hogwarts was that the school year always brought a pattern. Either the school year began quietly and grew more tense and chaotic as it progressed, or things started out with a bang and quieted as time went on. While magical society had been fraught with uncertainty and drama in the first few months of this school year, very little of the actions had directly affected the students in September. It seemed that, as time went on, Handsome was just waiting for something big to happen—and by big, he meant catastrophic.

Student pranks rarely proved catastrophic, but they did get on the head boy's nerve every now and then. While his group of friends (not not to mention family members like Caliban) had its fair share of pranksters in it, very few of them were dumb enough to actually cause destruction.

It seemed like one student couldn't say the same.

Standing in the middle of the corridor with a confused expression and a wide-open mouth, Handsome stared at a collapsed wall near the female lavatory. It seemed someone had blasted it down, albeit without much tact. Water ran through the corridor floor, though luckily it appeared it be a small flood rather than, say, a full-blown tidal wave from wherever.

While contemplating what to do and who to go to for assistance, he heard a loud yelp coming from the other side of the collapsed wall. His feet surged forward on their own, and, with brows raised, he ventured inside the hole in the wall.