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Ben had determined that the best place to get some ruddy peace and quiet following dinner was to hang about in the Great Hall once everyone else had departed.  Sure, there was the library for quiet, but that meant actually attempting to look like you were reading something and not doodling in your notebook.  And yes, there was the Slytherin commons as well, a place he very much planned on retreating to once he'd grown bored of his current location, but he spent a great deal of time there as it was and wasn't altogether interested in the antics of his housemates just then.

To the untrained eye, it might have appeared that young Higgins was studiously at work, poring over his studies.  However, if one looked closely at the actual book he appeared to be writing furiously in, it was filled with his particular brand of art; sketches and full coloured illustrations and the like.  Just now he was working on a particularly fetching piece involving a Slytherin Quidditch player standing victoriously over a Gryffindor one, a foot up on his chest and a malicious grin on the line drawing's face.  He smirked as he began to add odd details here and there.