Sage was also reading in her spare time, though the content contrasted starkly from that of her brother's. On a lark, she had chosen to enroll in the Muggles Studies class--honestly because it seemed to be good for a laugh. For the most part, the subject matter was incredibly useless, and she found herself writing essays about famous Muggles who believed wholeheartedly in something that was incorrect. Idiocy was something that never sat well with Sage, however, this time she had found a writer after her own heart.
She entered the common room during a particularly juicy orgy scene in the Marquis de Sade's Juliette. Why she was so thoroughly amused by senseless violence and sex she couldn't really explain. All she really knew was that this man was bloody brilliant.
Collapsing in an arm chair near the fire, she flipped to the next page with an interesting illustration of a threesome. Why weren't wizarding books this fascinating?