Andrea rarely ever got an easy day. She rarely ever had a day where she could just sit down and read. The classes were getting hectic, the Triwizard Tournament was happening, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had already arrived. Honestly, easy days and moments filled with comfortable silence had withered to being practically nonexistent, and, for lack of better words, it pissed Andrea off; it was all starting to get on her last nerves.
But, lo and behold, Andrea found her moment. One of her classes had been cancelled for a reason she never bothered to find out, and, to her, that was her golden ticket. Merlin’s gift to her for dealing with getting bumped, shoved, and rushed, and somehow not exploding in the middle of the long corridors. She thought of it as her reward for keeping herself collected for as long as she did, and she’d be damned if she didn’t take it.
She sat against one of the library’s towering bookcases, legs crossed, school bag resting against her side, and a heavy, worn out book on her lap. Her gaze sped down the faded words in record time, hazel eyes shining with genuine curiosity and contentment. She was happy, relaxed, even, for the first time in an unfortunate amount of days. Minutes ticked by and she didn’t realize how long she’d been sitting there, she was so entranced with her book. She could’ve sat there through the whole day, had her only source of light not been suddenly blocked, casting a shadow over her book.
It took Andrea every single ounce of willpower not to let her shoulders drop. She bit back the need to snap at the person, forcing herself to remember that they probably didn’t know that the moment they were interrupting was a moment she had been waiting for for so long. They didn’t know. They didn’t know. She repeated that to herself as she looked up and tried not to look completely disappointed..
“Can I help you?”
