Nic only spent time in the library when his common room was too full of people for his liking, but when he did go he liked to have the quiet corner to himself. He walked up to someone sitting at the table, rolling his eyes to himself before grumbling out, âyouâre in my seat.âÂ
Head tiling to the side slightly, Andromeda quickly debated which route was best to take - her polite side was urging her to move. It was only a seat, after all. But her upbringing told her to remain quite still. This was hers after all, despite what he said. Raising her chin slightly, she chose to do what seemed the easiest - finding the middle ground. âCome on Nic, itâs just a chair. Canât you take the one right across from me?â
















