Still wandering through the labyrinth of books, the Gryffindor realized that he was in the History section of the library. Had he been paying better attention to the titles earlier, he would have saved himself a lot of wasted time walking up and down these shelves of boring, old, smelly books. This was one of the last sections of the library he wanted to be in. There was not a single bone in his body that cared for the subject. So he quickly slipped out between the shelves and made a beeline for the next set, hoping that he'd have better luck there.

Potions ... Potions ... Potions ... Runes ... Runes ... TRANSFIGURATION! So paying extra attention to the titles did work. Frankie grinned, having succeeded at his library search all on his own, as he focused on the books on the topmost shelf. That had to have been were all the good ones were, right? Only the adventurous would need something from there, and he figured the most important books were always up high away from little dirty first year fingers.

The blond sidestepped as he eyed the books above him, completely oblivious that there was someone kneeling in front of the shelves nearby. Because he didn't hear anyone, he figured that no one was there. Needless to say, it was quite a surprise when his foot made contact with a stack of books, which had now all fallen in a messy pile on the floor. Who in Merlin's beard left random books lying about? Didn't whoever it was know that was a safety hazard? When he looked down from the top shelf to investigate, he saw that he wasn't alone in this row of shelves. "Oh. Hi, Hady. Umm ... bit of light reading?"