Wayne walked into the library for his study time with the intent of forgetting everything he was being taught in the class formerly known as Defence Against the Dark Arts. He was sure that by the end of the year he'd be taught how to properly cast a Cruciatus hex. It was one bit of information he really didn't want to know...
The whole situation was making Wayne feel worse than he'd already felt about his argument with Ginny Weasley the week before. It seemed like the world started falling apart not long afterwards, and every bit of it just made his decision to leave the DA seem more and more stupid. He hated feeling stupid.
On his way back from the Transfiguration stacks, he noticed Megan sitting alone at a table. She seemed particularly lost in thought, and a bit down on top of that. He grinned to himself, thinking of what he could do to maybe get her to smile a bit...
He ducked behind a shelf and peered around the corner of it at her. She really was out of it, if she hadn't looked over when his shoes scuffed the stone floor... He crept up quietly, like a cartoon burglar, waiting for some sort of reaction... And nothing.
It was time for the last resort. He held the thousand-page leather-bound grimoire in his hands about a foot above the table in front of her and let it drop with a thud that would echo off the walls.
When she finally looked up, wide-eyed and startled, he simply grinned and said, "All right, Jonesie?"