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Tomas + Avis, 1965
He knew that hair anywhere. Tomas loosened his tie and hurried his pace to catch up toward the Hufflepuff that was making a beeline to--of course, the library. When wasn't she in the library? It's like she lived there, or something! Who wanted to live in a library, anyway? It was stuffy and there was no where good to sleep (and believe you me, Tomas Booth has tried).

The sixth year really should find better things to occupy his time with besides torturing Avis Tremaine, but it was just so much fun. Plus, quidditch practice had been canceled and that would just throw off his whole schedule if he decided to fill the void with something as silly as school work.

"Tremaine," he let out, catching up to her and with a swift move popped her book from under her arm and into the air, where he swiftly caught it. Tomas began to walk backwards in front of her as he read the cover, eyebrows going high, "'Hogwarts, a History'? Again. It hasn't changed much since yesterday."