Matthew sat on a bench half way along the corridor. He was currently reading an assignment in his Defence Against the Dark Arts book, and had become comlepetely absorbed. This chapter was fascinating. In fact he was so engrossed, that someone could easily come up on him and steal his bag, and he probably wouldn't notice. Well, at least not right away.
Without looking, he reached into said bag and drew out a roll of parchment, quill and ink. He got the top off and set it on his other side, dipped the quill into it, and finally taking his eye from the page in the book, turned his attention to his parchment.
When he'd written the notes that he'd wanted, he looked back at the book for a few moments, then back to the parchment. He wrote another half roll's worth of notes before he finished reading his assignment. He looked over his notes when he was finished and smiled. This should be enough to write his report.
He stood up and put the book and other items in his bag once more, intending on going to the library to write the report. But when he turned around, he ran almost smack into another person that had just been passing him.
"I am so sorry!" the first year Gryffindor said. "I didn't know anyone else was in this corridor."