Avery crossed campus, heading back to his dorm after his visit to the Rue Ge Rouge. He walked quickly and avoided his peers, as if they'd somehow guess where he'd been and what he'd bought there.

It was just a book on dark wizards, that was all. No illegal spells or hexes, just a guide to the worst of the wizarding world. All sorts of people bought these books, it didn't mean anything.

Of course, most people's family members weren't actually mentioned in such books...but nobody at CCI knew about that, did they? None of the student body, anyway.

Avery huffed and pressed a protective hand to the side of his bag. His thoughts were focused on his new read and where he could hide it.

At least they were until he noticed Leon Shaw.

He stopped and tilted his head to the side, watching as the boy wandered off in the direction of the quodpot field.

Leon didn't play quodpot, and there weren't any practices on today. Just what was he up to?

After deliberating over his options for a moment or two, Avery decided to ditch his reading session and follow after the other boy. The confrontation in the library had been fun, but not exactly bridge-building, and Leon had barely said a word during their detention together. If he was ever going to seduce this boy, Avery was going to have to kick it up a notch.

He kept his distance from Leon, occasionally losing sight of him a little so that it didn't look too obvious. Of course, once Leon reached his destination then there wasn't really any more hanging back he could do.

Although it wasn't as though Leon would notice anyway, as it turned out. He'd been expecting to find him smoking or doing that thousand yard stare he was ever so fond of, not napping.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at the sleeping form of Leon Shaw. He looked small and peaceful, nothing like the belligerent arsehole he was when awake.

Avery reached down to touch him, then pulled back. It was a scenario begging to be manipulated, but...he just couldn't. If he was going to lead Leon astray from that harpy man-witch he insisted on playing straight with, he was going to do it properly.

That would hurt her all the more.

"Well, isn't this a coincidence?" Avery said, slinging his bag down beside Leon. "I come here for a little time on my own only to discover that someone else has beaten me to it. They do say that great minds think alike, don't they?"