Rest and relaxation. It's what Saturday's are made of. Unless you were a certain sixteen year old boy, currently sprawled out on a comfy armchair in the library. But hey, if you had to be working on a Saturday, why not be comfortable? The boy had his legs hung over the left arm of the chair, body twisted so that his head could rest on the back of the chair. The boy across from him had no such luxaries. He was seated on a hard, cherry wood chair with matching deak next to the soft armchair. He scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment, only looking up to pause for a moment in thought. After a few minutes of this, the boy stopped and looked to him friend, facial features expressing perplexity. Defense against the Dark Arts had never been his strong suit. Then again, neither had any other subject. This, obviously, was why he and his friend met every Saturday from noon to two in the library for a tutoring session. It was hard not to be envious of his friend, who seemed to excell at mostly everything. Quidditch, studies, and girls. Some boys had it all. Ask the other boy about this, and he would have had quite a different response. Studies yes, but quidditch and girls? they took work. He had had many a girlfriend, he had the emotional "scars" to prove and the occasional fight. Girls, they hold such grudges. Quidditch? Well, when your family has money, it isn't that hard to get on without much skill. But he worked and that's all that mattered, to him at least. "So..." Said the tutor, the blonde haired boy seated comfortably, "As a result, the goblins then formed the Goblin Alliance of Europe in 1557. Got it?" The other boy nodded vacantly. "Right. Got it. Yea." "And so the Alliance was finally dissolved in 1567 after the Treaty of..." He trailed off with a sigh of exasperation. "Seth? Anyone there? Or are you too busy staring at the girl across the room?" Seth jumped, gaze torn off the odd girl across from him. His sually pale cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, gaze now firmly fixed on his tattered sneakers. He would have to go to hogsmade this weekend and get a new pair. "Sorry Chris." His friend sighed again. He als couldn't help but stare at the girl. She did have quite the unusual appearance. Like the girl, both boys were dressed in casual wear. Best part of weekends to most, getting to throw off the usual hogwarts attire for somethig more comfortable. Chris was dressed in baggy khaki shorts and a maroon button-up top, golden 'G's stitched on the pockets. Obviously, the boy was a Gryffindor. Seth, a thin, raven haired fifteen year old was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a white button up top, bearing no emblems. (Cont. Hold on.)