Joe wasn't entirely sure whose thought it was that have him first third years and then seventh years right in a row so early in the morning. He went from overeager children who seemed rather disappointed when Joe himself turned out to be just a wizard and not really in the habit of spouting out premonitions and prophecies on a whim to the oldest students who didn't seem to want to do much of anything related to Divination in lieu of studying for their 'real' classes.
Lunch was a welcome break, as was the discovery of a free period afterward. Slightly afraid that any extra wandering would get him lost in the bowels of the castle for the rest of eternity and well aware that if he went back to his rooms he would probably tumble into bed and not come out until supper, Joe followed the stream of students toward the library.
As a student, he'd always liked the smell of books taking a good couple hours to sink into one, so he took a tome at random off the shelf and settled down with a mental reminder not to lose track of time and miss his next class. Which would be just his luck, after spending so much time harassing the appropriate people to get himself the position at all.
He was maybe ten pages in when a sudden, slightly maniacal shout shattered the quiet. Joe snapped his head up and was more than slightly surprised to see the librarian himself fling open the library doors and order every out. As a professor, Joe wasn't entirely sure if this edict applied to him or not, but since the man looked just to the left of crazed, it seemed safer to at least begin inching his way toward the door.