Lucille walked through the library. She loved the smell of the dusty old books and the moth eaten pages. She was serching the shelves, for nothing in particular, when she caught sight of someone. "Warren!" she almost called excitedly, but she clamped her hand on her mouth for two reasons. First, they were in a library, you had to be quiet, and second, he looked like he already had company. It didnt help that one of the girls was a prefect, which intimidated her slightly.. Lucille hovered, unsure whether to go over. She didn't want to interrupt him. She bit her lip.