Sitting on the steps at the back of the clock tower, he watches in awe at the amazing skills being displayed by the duelist's of the Crossed Wands club.

He sometimes wishes that he was better at offensive spells like this, but he knows that his skills lie more in the academic realm.

He ducks reflexively as a well-timed protego causes a spell to ricochet right above his head.

Yes, he definitely preferred his books.