Michael laid in his bed later that night thinking to himself.<span style="font-style: italic"> She really is pretty. But she's a Slytherin... no one gets put in Slytherin without a reason for it. But she's so shy and quiet... there's no way she belongs in Slytherin. </span>He ran through these thoughts over and over before exhausted he fell asleep. He woke up the next morning and got ready for the day. It was Sunday so he didn't have any classes het but he thought he would try to find Aria so that they could get started on her getting control of her wand. He thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic"> Really the only way I could make her gain control was by making her want to defend herself. </span>Or atleast that's what he told himself. His plan was to embarrass her and hope she understood. It was a typical stupid preteen boy's plan not only to help someone but to also get his jolly's. He left his dormitory and made his way out of the common room before walking around the castle in search of Aria.