If the book in the person's hand didn't give Agrimony cause for confusion, it certainly was hearing his name on foreign lips. There weren't a lot of people in Hogwarts that called him by his first name, and even when they did, they never had an effect on him like this. His spine straightened and he felt himself freeze — it wasn't something he was used to, and only served to force the scowl on his face deeper. "Foxwood?" Of course it was Foxwood.

No matter what he did, he always happened to run into the older boy on campus; it perplexed him seeing as most people went out of their way to avoid Agrimony at whatever cost — anyone paired with him in class had always jumped out of their seat to scurry away, and yet Foxwood seemed to have the opposite instinct. Whether that was due to Foxwood genuinely liking him or due to a lack of self-preservation (highly unlikely the bloke was a Ravenclaw), Agrimony had to admit, it intrigued him.

But nevermind his confusion, that could wait. Was that a bloody book in Foxwood's hand? Who brought a book with them to the Forbidden Forest? So bewildered by this inconsequential object in Foxwood's hand, Agrimony almost forgot to lower his wand. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He heard himself say before stepping back, withdrawing his knife and wand at the same time.

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