The library is quiet, noises of books shifting, feather quills scribbling and small whispered chatter are all you can hear. You’re new here at Hogwarts, the fith year, so it wasn’t your fault you didn’t read the initials “SS” engraved messy into the chair you sit on. You pull out your textbooks, you need to catchup. Then, a tall presence appears in between two bookshelves, leaning against one of them. Eyes narrowing, he smirks a little.

“You’re the new student, right?”