Two months into term found Jules Aronack sitting in the Ravenclaw common room on a cold, grey afternoon, reading a book by the fire. He had finished his potions homework for tomorrow and fancied taking a small break for his brain to rest. He was a seventh year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and seventh year ment graduation would be here soon. He was so bogged down with course work for his N.E.W.T level classes that this was the first break he had had since the first of October.
As the fire crackled and his fellow students came and went, he finished his chapter. He folded the thick corner of the book down to secure his place when he started reading again and stood up to stretch. He wasn't the only one reading today. In the back corner was a girl that he knew was in his year, but he had never talked to. He figured that now was as good as time as any. He pulled his robes about him to cut the chill abit as he walked off from the crackling fire. He roughly a foot from her when he looked down at her and said, "hey, whatcha' reading?"
As the fire crackled and his fellow students came and went, he finished his chapter. He folded the thick corner of the book down to secure his place when he started reading again and stood up to stretch. He wasn't the only one reading today. In the back corner was a girl that he knew was in his year, but he had never talked to. He figured that now was as good as time as any. He pulled his robes about him to cut the chill abit as he walked off from the crackling fire. He roughly a foot from her when he looked down at her and said, "hey, whatcha' reading?"
