His neck cracked, stiff, as he looked down at the words on the page. He was trying to read; but nothing seemed to stick, to solidify in his mind. He was too concerned with earlier. He didn't think it had gone nearly so badly as last time. He'd at least managed to keep his head around Lucius Malfoy this time, for the most part- but it still left a sour taste in his mouth.
Montague was about to give up, his mind was not to be distracted tonight by a simple book- when he heard, felt, her enter. Turning around slightly, Montague put the book down on the table next to him and gave her a small smile. "Evening."
She looked like she had something on her mind, gently reaching out a hand towards her. "What's the matter dear?" He asked softly, brown eyes still warm as they looked at her.