You find Aesop reading a book in the Slytherin common room, something about Aurors and defensive magic. He's been very focused on passing his N.E.W.T.s, though everyone knows he'll pass it. How couldn't he? He's Aesop Sharp. He's seated on a couch on his own, his head down and his eyes fixed on the reading material on his lap, before you sit beside him. "Hm?" He hums, lifting his head to look at you with raised brows. He's pleasantly surprised to see you, though he's not sure why you're here.