Lost in thought, he enters the library, oblivious to his surroundings. It's a Saturday, so he's without his Gryffindor robes. Instead, he dons a forest green sweater over a white button-down, paired with a Gryffindor tie and ink-stained dark jeans. Clutching a parchment, he scowls at it as if personally offended. His tousled brown hair, gently curled, is messy, like he's just ran his fingers through it. Then, unexpectedly, he collides with you, resulting in ink spilling all down his shirt.