i can read you like a book - cm.

[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

It was evident to anyone that he'd sat in the wrong room. He wasn't one of the students that one expected to glance upon during a visit to the school library, particularly because he only chanced upon it during a few meetings with his geekier other half, or so to speak. If it wasn't for Remus, Sirius doubted he'd even be able to place where this intellectual room could be found. It just wasn't a room he cared for, with its dusty shelves reaching into an overbearing gesture and its feel of uncomfortable desks and chairs - it reminded him far too much of his seating during a Transfiguration class. Of course, he'd reverted to his usual seated position during such unpleasant situations by leaning too far back in the chair provided, enjoying the view of the few female students sitting beside the far window with a lazy grin. He'd figured that if he'd been effectively forced to spend time amongst students that he'd normally be discovered mocking in some way, he needed a source of entertainment. And this source had to be consistent, since without his three closest friends, he was prone to boredom. Boredom that resulted in more friendly mockery of those who happened to fall into his "severe dislike" category. It wasn't of complete importance to him that he avoided this consequence of boredom, because those people deserved everything he said or did, so his guilt in doing so did not exist. It was just preferable that he found a source of entertainment (to say, a person) that he actually liked.

The girls at the window sill did not serve his interest for that long, once he'd decided that they were too young to keep his thoughts suitable, grinning at the idea of inappropriate concepts. It wasn't long before this led him into the sudden realisation that someone else had been sat at the table for the past few minutes - as usual, reading a book. "Are you following me?" he demanded of her suddenly, clearly very much amused. "I didn't know you cared that much, Meadowes. I mean there was the sexual tension that you deliberately try to manufacture, but you put a good pretence of dislike up for public situations." He continued to lean backwards on the thin legs of the wooden chair, his eyes still locked to hers, but clearly as amused as before. He liked to believe that he had gathered most of her indicators of mood, including her behaviour and spoken phrases, but consistently she managed to surprise him. It never failed to bring this not-so-secret smugness to his lips, knowing that she found it difficult to rid her life of him entirely, their link remained through her closest friend. For which he was rather grateful, he could list several occasions in the past when casual teasing behaviour had entertained him through a stuffy class, paying more attention to various figures in the room than the writing upon the blackboard a few metres away. Simply put, he made no denial of the fact that he enjoyed her company and competition in many moments of their interactions.

His eyes fell upon her book, a mixture of frustration and amusement crossed his features, meeting the table in a sudden instant and leaning forwards, to grab the book from her hands. "What are you reading now? I'm surprised you haven't already lost your sight." Flicking through a few pages, he glanced up, his expression temporarily forming one of casual interest for the purpose of his next question. "Have you seen Moony or Prongs? We're supposed to be meeting, but they've got lost apparently." Still lazily turning the pages, he found himself to be more interested in her body language and subsequent reactions to his words as opposed to the words written upon the pages. He'd engaged too much in this chance meeting, although chance was an unlikely apt description seeing as he believed that she potentially spent too much time in this dingy room. Almost challenging her with his smirk, he slid the heavy book back across the table, waiting.

[CASSIE ELAINE MEADOWES]

Cassie had a lot of reading to do. Nomatter how much she wanted to sit down and read her favorite books, there was always something that stole her attention. whether it be her friends, family, or heaven forbid a shiny object on the other side of the room. She just couldn't concentrate these days. There was this nagging feeling that made her not want to work and another that stressed her out because she hasn't gotten anything done all week. So, once again, she found herself heading to the library, she had quite the stuff to do and she had it all infront of her on the table. She organized it in order of greater importance. Potions to transfiguration. Potions, being due much sooner than transfiguration. Divination was still in her bag, she wouldn't be looking at that for as long as she could put it off. She hated the class with a fiery passion. Why in the world anyone would take such a stupid subject astounded her. Completely unimportant and ridiculous in every way, shape, or form.

She opened her book with a flourish and started reading, potions was... boring to read, naturally and her mind was travelling off. Thinking of a lot of people that have been driving her absolutely nuts recently. Why couldn't they just bugger off everynow and again, letting her have some peace? She sat and slowly started to focus in on her book, she got a good chapter in when a voice broke through her concentration completely. She closed her eyes and knew instantly who it was. "Once again, Black- perfect timing." She muttered, and glanced up at him, hardly amused. "If anyone were to stalk you, I severely doubt they'd be looking in the Library." Cassie snapped, and once again looked at her book. Sirius was an awesome person, she knew that and actually was rather fond of the kid, but his timing is absolutely impeccable and honestly, he had this habit of bringing out the fighter in her. Not that she'd ever admit anything to him. Their friendship heavily relied on the fact that she acted like she was to punch his face in at any moment and he was why she felt such a way.

Cassie read a few more words, trying to zone him out, perhaps it would've worked if not for his inability to walk away from a challenge. The book was snatched from her hands and she rolled her eyes, putting her hand out for it back. Knowing fully well that he wouldn't budge on giving it back until he was ready to. "Reading actually strengthens your vision and brain attention." She murmered instinctively, unable to keep her facts to herself. His question confused her, "No, I don't keep tabs on your friends, sorry to disappoint. Perhaps if you were out looking for them you'd have a better chance on finding who you seek." She told him, taking the book back, from him, watching curiously. He always amazed her, she never knew what he was going to do or say next. It was actually really refreshing.