Ognian found himself longing to be nestled into a comfy chair, but instead he was holed up at one of the library desks laden with books. He had grown weary of the Slytherin Common room and the never ending din of chatter there. The library echoed only with silence. Ognian thought silence was what he had wanted, but now he found it too quiet and too lonely. He resigned himself, ever distracted from his work, to watching the other people in the library.

There were a few groups at a far table, a mixture of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws surrounded by a spread of open texts and rolls of parchment. They were good about keeping their voices down, and that disappointed him. There were a few singles floating about the library as well; a boy nibbling on the end of his quill in thought, a girl simply reading, and another girl, prettier than the last, perusing the shelves of books.

"Hmm, I wonder if I should go talk to one of them." He thought to himself.