Studying.

Love it or hate it, you’ve got to do it, which is why you’ve found yourself in the library after classes were finished for the day, eyes skimming over the titles of various books on the shelves. There’s a test coming up in Potions soon, and while you’re not necessarily failing in that class, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on it beforehand.

As you reach up to grab a book that had a title that seemed like it’d be quite helpful, another hand from right next to you comes up, reaching for the same book. Your hands brush together, your fingers touching the top of the book’s spine at the same time.

“Oh, sorry.” A boy’s voice says from next to you as he brings his hand back down to his side. It’s a boy you only recognize from passing him in the halls, and glancing at from across a few classrooms. It was hard to forget the scars that cross his face.

“Er, you can have that one if you’d like. I can try to find a copy.” He speaks more, clearly embarrassed about the situation they’d found themselves in.