Ron froze when he saw who was standing near one set of shelves. "Hope it's Parvati," Ron muttered out of the side of his mouth, not entirely sure he was ready to come face to face with the single worst time he'd ever shown a member of the opposite sex.
His eyes traveled over the shelves with a vague interest, he'd never been much of a reader. "Reckon there are any Quidditch books in here?"