Dennis has never been able to get the hang of Tuesdays. Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays could be overcome, beaten into submission, or even enjoyed, but not Tuesdays. Tuesdays had to be endured. As such, it was with a certain resigned melancholia that he found himself browsing the shelves of Flourish and Blotts, having decided to ignore a bunch of article rewrites his editor had requested of him.
He moved steadily towards the non-fiction section, wondering vaguely if there was anything new and interesting to snag his attention and improve him mood, when he very nearly ran into someone. "Oh I'm terribly sorry," he said, bringing himself to an abrupt - if awkward - halt, inches away from the woman he nearly walked into. "I was paying more attention to the books than my surroundings! I didn't mean to nearly walk into you!" Just shut up, Dennis, he thought rather despairingly, shutting his mouth rather smartly. "Um, yes, sorry. You know how it is with books."