Most of the students wandered away grumbling after having been unceremoniously jettisoned from the library. A couple of them made noises about Quidditch and one or two couples drifted toward the nearest secluded alcove with little hearts pouring out of their puppy lovesick eyes. The handful that did stay settled to pacing back in front in front of the library doors, ink-stained fingers twitching to get back at their schoolwork. Joe noticed that almost all of them were wearing silver and blue ties and hazarded a guess they were the brainiac house.
Joe jumped a little when the doors swung open, revealing a much calmer and more centered looking librarian. Since he still had almost an hour to kill before he had the climb the eight-fricking-million staircases to the tower room to the Divination classroom (and seriously, what crackpot actually asked to teach a thousand miles from anywhere?) Joe filed back in after the students, with every intention of making his way back to his chair and his book.
Except, when he passed the librarian's desk, he noticed a copy of To Walk In Dreams. "There are way better books on the subject," Joe said, conveniently failing to remember that the thin man he was talking to had, moments before, thrown everyone out.