Parke had been walking the grounds, hoping to find a quiet area in which to study. Because apparently he was the only one around here who did stuff like that. He was a bit exasperated because it seemed that there was no place free of running, shrieking, laughing, and other similar frivolities.

He came across an ominous looking tree. There were less people here. Excellent. He put the blanket he'd brought with him in the grass and gingerly sat down. It wouldn't do to wrinkle his robes. Ah, peace and quiet.

Parke pulled out an Arithmancy book, a Potions book, and some parchment, ink, and his favorite quill. He really wanted to become a researcher and he was currently hoping to find a way to integrate Arithmancy into Potions. Hopefully it would work. And so he began to read, stopping every now and then to jot down a quick note or two.