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Melle liked coming in the library. It was always filled with people and knowledge. Sometimes his friends wondered how he was not a Ravenclaw but he always assumed being bookworm wasn’t exclusive Ravenclaw. He wasn’t here for himself. Well partly, he was preparing to tutor a group of second years who had trouble with a certain defence against the dark arts subject. Melle always loved helping others especially with academics. Seeing people improve their knowledge and skills was wonderful. Perhaps he’d be a teacher one day after he graduated.

The small Slytherin climbed the high ladder to reach books that could possibly help. The wood was slippery and his shoes didn’t have the best profile. Just when he pulled out a book, he slipped and fell down. The moment passed in slow motion, he let out a small panicked yell as he fell down. His hand reached for his wand so he could make his landing smoother but it fumbled through his fingers. He closed his eyes and made himself ready for the impact.

[zander goode]

- [ ] Zander didn't come into the library very often but he did get schoolwork done. Well, most of it anyway. He just wasn't the studious type. Today seemed to be his lucky day though as he looked up at the sound of a panicked yell to see a boyish form falling towards him. Getting up from the table he'd been sitting at, he caught the Slytherin rather easily. The half veela smiled at him, not at all shy about the situation. "Well hello. Are you all right?" He asked, not bothering to let go.

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The impact came but it was much softer than he expected. Carefully he opened one of his eyes and found himself in the arms of someone. His face that had been pale of fear slowly turned bright red. Melle wanted to squirm and release himself from the Gryffindor's arms but for the moment he was still pretty much in shock. That could've ended rather badly. "Uh... Yes... T-thank you, sir," he blinked when he realized he just called a fellow student 'sir'. There was something alluring about this boy but Melle couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stayed in the arms of his rescuer and gazed into his eyes until he got over his shock. That was when the real hit came. "Um... y-you can p-put me down," he mumbled shyly. Dammit Melle, get your stuff together.

zander goode