Anthony was in his nook, just like he'd told her he'd likely be. It was a strange truth, but true nonetheless, that he'd withdrawn since his encounter with Umbridge. The solitary had allowed him far too much time to think. He just...hadn't felt the urge to go fuck with everyone. To draw penises on staircases and the like. Instead, he'd put his journal away for the past couple of weeks and had spent the majority of his time reading. Most of his favorites were impossible to find, in this hell hole. He could only steal so many books from the library, too.
Currently, he was reading an ingredients manual that did him little good, considering he couldn't brew any potions. However, Anthony thought that if he could manage to commit it all to memory, he'd eventually find a use for it. Even if it was knowing what sort of mess he was cleaning in the classrooms after hours. It was knowledge, and knowledge was power. Even if he hadn't seen much of that at work, since he'd arrived at Slytherin Academy.
When he peered up over the edge of the textbook and spotted Ginny, his mouth split into a cheeky grin. She had come! Without him even needing to track her down! Setting aside the book, Anthony patted down a spot on his cot for her. He had said he'd give her a back massage, and he'd meant it. Without any funny business, either.
"I knew you wouldn't avoid my magic fingers for long."