It wasn't often that another student elected to join Eden at her table in the library, given the fourth year's reputation. But today, someone had done just that.
Her eyes immediately fell on the student's yellow and black tie, then swiftly moved on to his badge. On most occasions, the presence of two such items of clothing would have encouraged Eden to demand that he retreated; not only could he originate from a tainted bloodline, his inevitable Hufflepuff stupidity was guaranteed to emerge at some point. However, her eyes' third choice of focus was a lot less disgusting than the previous two. Her interest was (reluctantly) piqued.
The Slytherin closed her book and folded her arms. "I don't think it would be wise to read that book in public, do you?" Eden whispered. The boy's choice of afternoon reading material wouldn't look too suspicious to the majority of Hogwarts' students, but any passing adult would surely know what he was up to. "Besides, you're a prefect. That makes you at least a fifth year, doesn't it? You should be onto bigger and better things if you're any good."