Antoine was seated on one of the stone benches in the Transfiguration Courtyard. A weathered tome opened to a page expounding the ethics of magic rested on his lap. The sky above was cloudy and a light breeze carrying the subtle scent of clipped shrubbery ruffled his raven hair, occasionally blowing the curly strands into his eyes and causing him to pause his reading to brush them back with an annoyed grumble.

He had simply wanted to get some fresh air for a change, but between the persistent wind and the rambunctious students by the fountain, he was about one more distraction away from leaving and studying in one of his usual haunts - the Ravenclaw common room and the library - instead.