You'd believed that Arcturus Black was such a pompous character, he'd have II or III attached to his surname. You weren't startled to be proved correct.

The seventh year, with his tidy, glossy dark curls, and liquid grey eyes framed by inky lashes, was so obnoxious that he put Malfoy to shame.

That itself said a lot.

It was among the later hours of night when you saw him; nestled in a corner of the library, much after curfew. His hands, deft and comely, held a crimson book with scepticism.