OPEN TO ANYONE
WHO: Stephen and YOU?
WHAT: Studying in the Library
WHEN: After Dinner
WHERE: In the back of the Library
WHY: I think the real question is 'Why Not?'
Herbology was the worst for Stephen. He stretched out his legs underneath the table, leaning his chair back on two legs. He'd been the library for nearly an hour and had only written nine inches on the wonders of Gillyweed. He of course had some idea before he'd started about Gillyweed, thanks to Potter's ingenious use of it during the second task of the tri-wizard tournament. There really wasn't much more to it than that, well except maybe the history of it. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he murmured to himself. "Gillyweed, willyweed, Millie Peed."
Setting his chair back down, loudly, he heard a disapproving
TSK! coming from the direction of Pince's desk. "Sorry." He muttered, only half apologetically. He slumped onto the table groaning. It felt good, the cool hard wood against his face. He took a breath in and held it for as long as he could before letting it out as slowly as possible. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up straight, only to notice someone now sitting across from him.