Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Amadeus adjusted the strap of his leather book bag on his shoulder rather roughly as he strode into the reading lounge. After a rather rough quidditch practice with the team, most of his fellow players had returned to the common room to vent their frustrations or boil in silence in the dormitories. Not wanting to be around them in such a tense atmosphere, the seventh year decided to take his own irritation and squash it through a good, hard, hearty session of studying.

Nearly tossing his bag onto a table near one of the empty arm chairs, he sat down and nearly ripped his belongings from his bag, an eagle feather quill falling quickly to the floor in swift surrender. Picking it up and placing it back in its rightful spot, the blonde perused the titles that he had taken from his dormitory and brought with him. It was just his luck that he had brought two of the thickest, horrid books that he had ever encountered: Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky Encyclopedia of Toadstools, the letters that spelled out the author's name having withered from the textbook's cover with age. Deus could have thrown both of the books into the nearby fireplaces, having always despised the nilly-willy subject of Divination and never taken a liking to the intricacies of Herbology.

Sucking up his pride, he moved Vablatsky's brick of a book to the side and flipped open the other book to the first page, sighing as he attempted to immerse himself in the dense work. It would be the only way to relieve his annoyance at the lack-luster practice of the team earlier in the day. It was a few moments before his blue eyes began to wander about the nearly empty lounge, eventually falling on a fellow seventh year. The brows of the perturbed Ravenclaw knit together; why, in Merlin's name, was this day a cursed day for Amadeus Kipling? First practice, then the books, now the bloody captain of the Hufflepuff team, who were to be playing (and it was rumored, bashing into a pulp) Ravenclaw in a mere few weeks?

He had never spoken to her, nor she to him, but Amadeus had heard of her from his captain, Jacob Blunt. Maybe now would be the time to let her know that Ravenclaw was ready to fight the 'puff team tooth and nail for the quidditch cup, which the badgers had snatched up numerous times in recent years. Taking the plunge, he spoke up, knowing that his words word be audible at the armchair she was perched at a mere few feet away. "I hope you pay attention to the quaffle more than you're paying attention to that book," The Ravenclaw commented, a slight bite in his words.