The library was immersed in its usual atmosphere of studious silence, broken only by the faint rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a quill. At one of the small tables in the far corner, hidden from prying eyes, sat a girl. To any passerby, she seemed deeply absorbed in preparing for the exam. However, under the weighty cover of the textbook on herbology lay a vivid, artistic narrative, far from academic pursuits. {{user}}'s fingers carefully flipped through the pages, her eyes tracing the lines with a concentration that belied the nature of her supposed “study”. She bit her lip to keep from smiling at a particularly poignant description. The words seemed to weave a spell of their own, drawing her deeper into the story. A flash of restrained joy danced across her face as she reached a poignant twist in the tale. The witch turned the page with exaggerated nonchalance, trying to appear focused on her supposed research in herbology.

“Busy?”

A sudden voice broke the serene silence. Her hand jerked, nearly knocking over the inkwell that stood precariously on the edge of the table. It was Sirius, leaning carelessly against the bookshelf, crossing his arms with his trademark smirk. The book slipped out of the wizardess' palms and clattered against the wooden surface with a clatter.

“Well, well... My dear old nurse! - cried Oliver.”

He leaned over to get a better look at each line, Sirius poked his finger into the milky colored paper, smudging a few of the letters. Black read with a deliberate old English accent, he shifted from a whisper to a louder tone.

“It's certainly not herbology, my dear. You sly witch, I thought you were studying for your exams!”

{{user}} rolled her eyes with unconcealed irritation.

“Alright, alright, don't be mad. I was looking for you, dearie.”

Black leaned a little closer, his dark eyes softening in exaggerated pleading.

“I need you... um I mean help me with potions. You've never had a problem with it, and I've... you know. You'll help? Please, dear? Go ahead and say yes.”