Surrounded by tome’s and various other ancient things, that was has Ewan Jones seemed to be spending his days of late. Sure, his NEWT’s weren’t until next year but it was never too soon to start studying right? Just your typical Ravenclaw doing Ravenclaw things. God, he hated meeting that stereotype but well, that was just the way he was. That and the fact the library was a great place for hiding peace and quiet.

Today, the Sixth-year prefect was shoulder deep in various books. From advanced defence against the dark arts to transfiguration and charms. He had everything. He’d even broke out the care of magical creatures notes he’d borrowed from a friend the previous year. Basically, he’d made a fort around him so it could not be misconstrued by anyone. He did not want to be disturbed. Not at all.

Despite the show, he was neither reading any of the books or flipping through the revision notes. He was simply sitting there, Green and gold hoodie pulled up over his head, curly hair sticking out, eyes closed with his head on the old, wooden desk. Sleeping? Nope. Just sitting there. His mind in a constant state of disarray although, if you were looking in from the outside, you would see nothing but serine calmness. Maybe he was a better actor than he initially gave himself credit for?