Sweet, sweet seclusion. Emrys wasn't sure if it was the, well, rather nauseating site of trolls dancing that kept people away or if they were just too concentrated on their coming and going and not where they were, but what he did know what that he could sit here and just not be bothered.

Back against the cool wall, Emrys pulled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. His bag, full of books, sat beside him, but for the moment, he was just going to sit here and relish the fact that he was alone.