[Reid is sitting in the library with a pile of papers in front of him. He's got a red pen and he's wearing
glasses. His brow is furrowed, hair half falling in his eyes as he runs the pen across the paper at a speed much faster than he should be able to process what's on the page. He flips the paper over, marks on it with the same speed and then adds it to another pile. After several papers gets marked like this he glances up and sees the red record light on the camera. He grins at it--like a giant dork--and then speaks]
I needed a quiet place to grade papers. I like the library and since nobody seems to be cursed today, it's a good day to get some things done.