He did, obviously, but that didn't mean he was ready to waste his afternoon hours playing Hogwarts professor to a rich brat. The teen didn't look like she'd graduated yet, and by the way she was dressed he'd wager the handkerchief she used to rub her snot-nose cost more than his good coat. What could she want with a curse? What might ever possibly have gone wrong in her whole spoiled life that she thought she ought to revenge herself on someone for it?
"It's a library, not a lecture hall," he pointed out, slouching a bit further over the book so that she mightn't see the page header. "I didn't come in 'cause I knew a lot and was looking for someone to explain it all to."
"It's a library, not a lecture hall," he pointed out, slouching a bit further over the book so that she mightn't see the page header. "I didn't come in 'cause I knew a lot and was looking for someone to explain it all to."


