He wriggled and moved his head around, trying to get a look at what she was drawing. He had an idea, but didn't want to mention it, or think about it, for that matter, knowing she could hack into his mind.

"Is too," he said, before dropping his jaw and looking at her. "Belle wanted to hit me, now that's mean," he stuck his tongue out, trying to get rid of whatever had happened the last time they had talked.

Noticing that she was starting to shade it in, he peeked over the top, not actually looking at anything though. "Can I look yet?"

"Nooooo." She hugged it to her chest again until he sat back down in his chair. "You'll see it when I'm done." She went back to shading it in and shook her head. "Well, you were being a total butthead to me the other day. I think you deserve to get hurt." She told him, not looking up.

"Okayyy, then." He said, leaning back in his chair, trying to remember why he was in the library in the first place.

"Well, okay. Maybe I was being a bit mean, but. I mean, you want to hurt me now?" He tried laughing it off, but she did have a point... Stop thinking... He looked back at her, shading the sketch, then spoke. "Is it ready, yet?"

"Why did you come to the library? Did you know I was going to be here?" She asked, putting down her pencil and looking at him. "Are you stalking me?"

She bent down and pulled out some colored pencil from her bag. "Do you really want to see it?" She asked, picking out the black pencil from the bunch. She shaded in the hair of all three of the people and snickered.

Ali looked at her and laughed. "Oh, yeah... I just happened to walk past you, then start talking to you..." He shook his head, and remembered why he was there. "I was looking for a book to help me with the NEWTs, Astronomy is making my brain turn to pulp."

"Well, now that you're asking. Nope." He stuck his tongue out, then spoke again. "Course I'd like to see it."

Rapunzel slowly sank into a puffy chair and the corner and opened her book. It let out a cloud of dust as she separated the cover from the first page and she let out a huge, honkin' sneeze.

"AAAAAAAAAACHOOOOOO!"

Quickly, she wiped her nose and then began to enjoy the colorful, flying illustrations of the Chudley Cannons practicing.

Diabolica walked over to the dark, dank corner of the library. She saw a young Hufflepuff student sit on a puffy armchair and sneeze as she opened a book. "May I sit here?" she asked in a low voice, wondering to herself why she was asking a Hufflepuff for permisson.

Belle skipped into the library and practically threw her bag into a random direction. She plopped down in a chair and put her arm over her eyes. "Grrr. Stupid..." She mumbled, not really wanting to say the rest of it. She pulled a book off of the shelf behind her and set it down in her lap.

Ambrose skidded into a halt at the entrance to the library. He was bored and not at all in a mood to be 'studious', like the House of Ravenclaw so much intended him to. It just wasn't going to happen.

As he walked noiselessly around the library corners, he spotted an old dusty volume in one of the shelves, which looked ragged enough to contain information he otherwise shouldn't have possessed. Grinning, he bent to pick up the huge volume and missed it by inches as it toppled down on top of a girl seated nearby. Unable to hold his smirk in, Ambrose approached the now probably soaring girl. "Mind if I have that back?" he asked, hand outstretched.

Belle grunted when a big book fell on her. She clenched her fist and picked up the book, standing up immediately. She looked at the boy who had just approached her, her eyes turning to a dark sapphire. "You want this back?" She asked, holding the book up with one hand and putting the other one on her hip. "Go get it." She said, tossing the book a few feet away from her and the boy, returning the boy's smirk as she heard a satisfying thump.

Ambrose's smirk didn't leave his face, and he didn't even turn around to glance in the direction of the book, as it was sent further from them. He gave her a half-wink as he turned to Accio it into his hands. Swiping it of dust, he plopped the book on the ground in front of him, and seemed to measure her for a bit before he spoke again.

"Nice. And who might you be?"

Belle shrugged slightly and glanced down at the book. "I'm just a girl. Why would you be interested in my name?." She turned on her heel and walked over to her bag, pulling out her sketchbook. "Belle." She said, not really caring if he heard it or not. "And you are?"

"No reason," he grinned when she asked as to why he'd be interested in her name. "Belle, huh? Is that French?" Ambrose waddled on, curious whether she was perhaps descended from some old French wizarding family, or something neatly important like that.

"I am royalty," he said with a smirk. "Or as close to that as it can get. Ever heard of the Moncrieffs?" He twiddled with his wand, twirling it amid his fingers. "The name is Ambrose, incidentally."

"Actually, It's not. I'm from Italy." She said, throwing a glance over her shoulder. She shook her head, making her long black hair ripple down her back. She shrugged and plopped back down in her chair. "No, I haven't." She narrowed her eyes at Ambrose. "Ambrose? Interesting."

She flipped open her sketchbook and started to fnish her latest sketch. Her expression softened a bit as soon as she saw what it was. She sighed a bit and bit her lip, pulling out a pencil and shading in the rest of the picture.

"Italy? Nice. What's your family name? My family know a lot of Italian wizards. Only the very best, of course," Ambrose said in his monotonously cocky voice. As she said she hadn't heard of his family, he snorted. Audibly. What were these kids at Hogwarts playing at? Everyone knew who the Moncrieffs were. No, really.

"What's that?" He saw her doodle on her sketchbook, and found it natural to budge in. Grabbing the sketch from her hands, he inspected it, his face cringing a little. "Hmm. Not bad. Not good either."

Ambrose was waiting for Belle to snap back her retort when he heard the unmistakeable sound of someone dropping down on the floor. Curiosity overcoming him, he wheeled around just in time to notice Sana, the cause of the commotion.

"Having fun?" he asked, while offering support.

Despite her pain Sana looked up at the offering tone. Oh! Ambrose! She gave a weak smile and said, " I'd like if they put some Ice on the floor. I haven't practise my skating for ages". Getting up as she grabbed his hand for the support.
"Besides, How are you young man?" she asked and dusting her robes.

"And you seem to be getting really rusty at it, too," he commented with a grin, helping her settle properly on her two legs. Once she was up and running, he let go immediately. One could get the wrong idea so easily around Hogwarts. It seemed all they liked to do is gossip.

"Oh, you know..." he looked around, shooting a glance in Belle's direction, "studying." He pushed the book he had previously dropped on the other girl with his shoe, to point out that he had serious pursuits. "And you? Apart from... skating, that is," Ambrose couldn't let that slip without a second mention.

Sana grinned back at him. He sounds very different today than the other day. Hmm...guys are strange, she thought! After she properly went on his feet she promptly replied,
"Thanks Ambrose. I should be lil carefull...particularly when I was in hurry. I'm being lil hyper now a days than ever."
She looked around the place and spotted Belle too. Ryan's Girlfriend! She was trying to smile at her but Belle seemed busy with her sketching.
She turned towards Ambrose,
"So..you're studying. Good to hear. Which is your fav. subject? Ah..what you asked? Oh yeah..i remembe. Ummm..I was just out of the hospital wing apart from my studies and my skating adventure. Sounds cool, eh?" she moved towards the front table and gesutred him to sit, "shall we?"

"Oh please, don't mention it," he said, rather meaning it. He wouldn't want to be deemed a softie by the other manly men, would he? "And what are you so hyper about?" Ambrose asked, shoving the book on the floor even further with his foot, and handing Belle the sketch.

He thought of answering with the truth, of course he wasn't studying, he didn't think anyone would believe that. Then again, hardly anyone knew him around here. "I like... Charms, I guess," he shrugged, though he didn't suppose that was his favourite subject per se.

"Why were you in the hospital wing?" he inquired, following her to the table, but not sitting down yet.

Agie strolled into the library. There was no way she was here to study. She hated studying and really didn't need it. Agie liked to think she was naturally bright. She was only in here to get away from the drama's of the common room. A nice quiet place was just what she needed.

Sana watched him curiously as he was constantly shoving the book with his shoes. It was looking rather Odd.
"Well, Not one particularly..but over all" she grinned and continued,
"I think it's all because of my changing Hormones and all, dunno. But everyone says like that".
"But Ambrose, could you explain me? What are you trying to do with that book, honestly?" she asked 'cuz she didn't like see the book was treated by the worst way.
"Charms is nice ..so If i have any doubt, can i approach you?" she winked at him. Her shiny black hair was falling in front of her shoulder now.
She smiled a bit and thinking where to start about their hospital adventure.
"Okay...I was with my Boyfriend Adam, who was tripped over and got the treatement from Ariana. Now he's fine and sleeping in his dermitory." She seemed drowned about Adam's thought. Her Dark eyes gleaming with the window's reflection.

Ambrose made an undiscernable grimace as she mentioned changing hormones or something icky like that. Why did girls always have to tackle sensitive subjects in front of guys? He stifled a shiver. "Wha-the book? Nothing," he said, plopping the book on the table in front of them, with one swish of his wand.

"Umm, no. Why?" He looked bewildered. But as soon as she started explaining how she ended up in the hospital wing, and mention came of her boyfriend, his whole posture relaxed. "Who's Ariana? And I thought you had something going on with the Black boy? Ryan?" he arched an eyebrow as he spoke.

As he turned his head inadvertently, checking to see if the librarian was anywhere in sight, and knowing he would be punished if she saw him treat any book badly, his eyes fell on Agie. Why was everyone so studious these days? "Yo, girlie!" he called at her, not wanting to use her first name. That was too... personal, right?