Why did he let Millie Potts pick a book from her home library this time, the teenager thought to himself as walked the shelves of the London library He was already a day behind by the time her realised Hogsmead library didn't have a copy, and another by the time he had flooed to London.

At least he had found it now and had decided to take an hour or two to go to the quiet room to try and get caught up with his friend. He sat their fiddling with the page, paying little heed to the other patrons, it was nice, in this horrible city, to find a little bit of sanctuary. Benedict coughed lightly, feeling strange that while feeling the breath on his fist, no sound at all entered the space.

A rattle jolted him out of his serenity as he saw a young woman try the exit to no avail, maybe it was a push and she was pulling, he mused to himself as he went back to reading, offering her only a smile at this point.