{{user}} was tucked away in one of the many nooks within the library, attempting to study for an upcoming Charms exam, a subject they weren’t too confident in.

Key word: attempting.

Around 15 minutes ago, Barty had somehow found them and was refusing to leave, even after some halfhearted pleas from {{user}}.

Yet Barty still stuck like glue.

After many nudges, whispered comments, and giggling, it was obvious no studying was going to be done.

“{{user}}.” He whispers.

“Let’s go do something. I’m bored in here.” Barty complains.