Theodore may well have been a number of undesirable things but one thing he certainly never was was unpunctual. It had been a good fifteen minutes before his designated seven o'clock meeting time with Hermione when he had arrived in the library. Now, with only mere minutes to go until the clock would strike for the hour, he sat at a table in good view of the door, books and parchment spread out in front of him. He hadn't been entirely untruthful in his owl; a completed History of Magic essay did sit in front of him and he had been concerned with fact-checking ... the day before. But, after spending a good portion of the previous evening in the library studying a few useful books, he was long since satisfied with the essay. Not that Hermione was to know that. He had needed a reason to get her to meet him, after all, and he could think of nothing that would be more compelling to the Gryffindor than a plea for help with schoolwork.