Originally Posted by meganelizabeth

Christopher hadn't really paid much attention as a girl sat a few seats down from him as he read. Everyone could come and go as they wished, and he honestly just kept reading. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, he really wasn't! It was just that he was always so into his reading, the world outside him seemed to fade away.

When he heard a small sneeze, he said, just loudly enough for it's owner to hear, "God bless you," but didn't take his focus off of the book. He was a pretty hard core reader. But he did, however, look around when he heard a quiet voice. He doubted it was addressing him, as most of the time people didn't talk to him (other than Selina, Cass, and Violet). Though this time the whisper was about Shakespeare. Judging that he was probably the only person in the library with a giant stack of his works, Christopher gathered that someone must be talking to him.

He looked over and saw a girl in his year he'd seen, well, everywhere. In the Common Room handing out cookies, the Great Hall, here in the Library, nearly all of his classes, and hanging out with Selina in the Quidditch pitch. But the lion couldn't think of her name. "I like that one too," Christopher replies softly. He couldn't help but grin. It was rather nice to talk to another class mate, especially a third year Gryffindor. Who also liked Shakespeare.

He extended out his right arm towards the girl, still holding the book firmly on his left. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we've ever talked before. I'm Christopher."