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Timothy Montgomery wasn't in the best of moods. One week away from NEWT examinations and he was having trouble concentrating.
The library was the wrong environment. The common room was the wrong environment. Outside was too warm, inside was too stuffy. He was undecided as to whether it was his fault or if everything just simply hated him today. And, to add to it all, he had the worst headache he'd had in ages.
It was because of all this that he ended up wandering around the fifth floor with no real destination. Three large books were in his arms and he had a quill tucked behind his ear.
"Morning," he said to a passer-by, in the best friendly tone he could manage in his current state.
The library was the wrong environment. The common room was the wrong environment. Outside was too warm, inside was too stuffy. He was undecided as to whether it was his fault or if everything just simply hated him today. And, to add to it all, he had the worst headache he'd had in ages.
It was because of all this that he ended up wandering around the fifth floor with no real destination. Three large books were in his arms and he had a quill tucked behind his ear.
"Morning," he said to a passer-by, in the best friendly tone he could manage in his current state.