Nico was fucking tried of life by this point. He was sure to be left without anything. No go on young Emrys, shame, he was cute. His 'fiance' was currently finding another and he had not talked to his sister in ages. And to top it all over, as usual, he still could not go outside. Yes he would going to get into trouble very shortly. By the end of the year he might as well just run off, no one would miss him.
All this he was mussing as he looking out the library window with a book under his hands. His notebook was beside him, a half drawn plant in the corner, but the picture of his sister was in a rough draft. He wanted to make Bella something special for their birthday.
Just then he noticed that someone had sat down at his table. Quickly he put his note book under his elbow. He might be the captain of the art club but he was also his own worse critic. He looked up and couldn't place the girl. Gryffindor by the clothes but he didn't know the face at all.