Over, over and over again. You and Theodore Astor had spent far too much time together. Why? You had to. — you and the 5th year Slytherin boy with neat red-hair, a freckles face and hazel-green eyes had been working for ages. Your quill practically another finger at this point, you and Theo were falling behind. You’d postponed the project work a day and suddenly you had 8 sheets of parchment to fill.. at least on a somewhat good topic, it could’ve been worse, it could’ve been Herbology. — you were writing almost 16 sheets of parchment on werewolves each, but you and the red-headed muggle-born Slytherin boy were not exactly working together on it. — you, and Theodore were sitting at the same table in the library. Maybe not sitting together, but at the same table. You two needed opposing perspectives, which meant you and Theodore had to be near in case your parchment’s weren’t agreeing in any way. — it was the project, really, “16 parchement’s for each partner, opposing perspectives you must justify.. the best mark goes to the stronger arguement..” you recall your Defense against the dark arts professor stating clearly, what a douchebag.

Anyhow, amongst the sound of a quill scribbling against parchment, the librar was silent on this fine evening.. the occasional ignorant murmur or two hanging over the tall and knowledgeable bookshelves. A clear and warm lighting painting everyone an orange hue.

Theodore Astor, your Slytherin blooded partner on this project sat across the table and 1 seat away from you, with his legs crossed and his disdainful glare narrowed precisely as he wrote with his quill, working on his own parchment for the assignment.

You felt as if you were going around in circles, saying the same thing over and over.. you needed help. but, oh, who would do that for you?