Ever since he got out off the infirmary, Ambriel had thrown himself onto his studies. He needed to catch up on his homework and he needed an excuse to keep busy. He didn't want to think about Davian, because Davian needn't be thought about. He was just a demon who understand very little. Ambriel would not think about him.
Even in the library, there were other people that distracted him. Walking around. Picking up books. Tapping on their lap-tops. It was annoying, and it made Ambriel think. So, he'd made a habit of camping out in an empty classroom, doing his homework there. And all of the extra work. And some things no teacher had asked of him, but still seemed useful.
And then, there was loud music, distracting the angel. He tried to persevere, to not think of Davian, but soon, Ambriel found himself thinking of Davian, of that lithe, muscular body, of the dimples right there on his...
Ambriel had had it. He marched into the Music Room, wings spread and posture tensed. "You." He pointed at the loud kid with his arm. "You are making excessive noise."