Locked to Haysel and Donnie
Two weeks for sitting final examinations and it was no wonder the library was packed. It wasn't actually dead quiet (though Madame Pince was being the loudest, yelling at everyone to be quiet), but it was certainly better than the Great Hall with all its revision groups and younger students getting a bit stir-crazy.
Mostly 5th, 6th, and 7th years filled the tables, though the room had its fair share of younger, more dedicated students, and Donaghan Tremlett was having a difficult time finding a place to sit. After circling twice, he realised that he really had only two choices - the table with that curly-haired fourth year who kept staring at another fourth year's arse (Gordon Crumb something?) or the table with Haysel Proudfoot, his ex-girlfriend.
His tea leaves that week (since he decided to actually study Diviniation this term) had said something about opportunity and in most cases he would use the fact that his tea leaves said something as a reason to do the opposite, but he really might not have another chance before they all went home for the summer.
Taking a deep breath, Donaghan casually walked over to the table Haysel sat at alone (studying Transfiguration, worst class ever) and sat down, pulling out his books. It might have been more polite to ask, but he didn't want to give her the option of saying no.