The Hogwarts Library. It wasn't necessarily his favorite place in terms of functions (studying was one of his least favorite activities!), but it was one of the best places to escape to when life got tough. There was no one yelling at him, no one scolding him, and most people usually left him alone if they saw him with his nose in a book.

Today, however, it didn't seem he was getting this far.

While slinking through the bookshelves, it became apparent that he'd chosen the wrong one to go down. While passing who he thought was just another Generic Blonde, his eyes widened when the girl turned to face him. "Er - Miss Ruskin," he gulped. Sweetie's friends were not the type of people he tried to verbally engage with under normal circumstances.