Because a good majority of his classes were with Padma, thanks to his brilliant ideas last year, he spend most of his time with his eyes trained to the front of the class and, surprisingly enough, he found that he was able to concentrate again. Finally, after five years, he felt like he understood something in this place.
"Done!" he crowed, throwing his quill into the air. "I'm done and there's absolutely no one in here but I don't care. I'm brilliant and I understand everything!"
He made sure the ink was dry and rolled up the parchment before leaning back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. One major assignment down, three more to go. Even the thought of tackling another confusing subject couldn't wipe the grin off his face. If he concentrated just as hard on the next one, he'd get it in no time. He was sure of it.
"Time to feed my own brain cells. I need some fresh air," he muttered to himself. He got up and began walking to the doors of the library when he noticed that he wasn't really alone. Just as he was thinking that maybe he could walk past without acknowledging her, she looked up and smiled at him. It was the smile that got to him. It was the same small smile he had been wearing since the year began. Feeling magnaimous, he lifted his hand in greeting.