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The lunches at Hogwarts had very much impressed the young Gryffindor. Sure he always had plenty to eat back home, but there was so much to chose from, so much for him to eat. So much that he could enjoy. So much that he loved. Tybalt was not a fussy eater. Not in the slightest. He ate whatever he was given generally without question. He had pretty fussy to begin with. He'd been the kind of kid who didn't eat much of anything because he was too nervous to try it. However his granda had quickly seen to the problem. He had used his usual backwards method during the week that Tybalt had been at his house during the holidays. It was the first and last time that he had been at his grandparents alone. There was just something in their methods that wasn't what he needed. However it had done the trick. Tybalt ate everything and anything. He didn't stop if it looked the wrong colour or if he didn't know what it was. He was as his granda put it improving from his brat days. Tybalt had just finished his third slice of bread. He hadn't ate so well in a while. Roadside meals being very different from these. He was just happy to be at Hogwarts eating the food. He chewed on the final bit of bread and let his eyes wander around the hall. It was pretty empty. It being the tale end of lunch, Tybalt was sitting alone at the end of the table. He was pretty sure that he didn't even belong to this house. Gryffindor's were sitting in groups the entire way up the table and here was Tybalt sitting alone at the very end of the table. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. It wasn't like he actually had any classes yet so he did not have to worry about that kind of thing. The colourblind teen pushed the glasses further up his nose. He didn't know what he could do. There was always Gryffindor common room. That seemed like a good place. Or the library. The library he figured would be quiet. It would have a lack of people in it due to it being the start of term and classes not officially having started for the term. It seemed like the best choice for him. It would be the place that he could get ahead in his work. Standing up, he pushed back and got out from the bench. No one paid attention to him. He liked it. He hadn't had any bother. He hadn't run into trouble. All in all it appeared to be pretty good. At his last school people were always giving him so much grief that he had taken to sitting in the corner closest to the door. Here he felt at least able to sit at one of the tables. It felt good. He had been quickly growing tired of the constant bullying by his schoolmates. Here he could turn over a new leaf. He just had to find the inner Gryffindor courage that the hat had seen within him.
The steps were many. He wasn't actually too sure where the library was. He didn't know where it could possibly be. So he just went on to the first floor, and when he didn't find it, he walked away. He did this until he got to the right floor. However, By this point he was tired and took a seat just outside the entrance to the library. He noticed a girl, much older than him give him a glance and then a double take. Tybalt looked down at his feet and wondered what that had been about. But instead of pondering it more, he got up and walked into the library. Sighing slightly as he noticed the hundreds of books that lined the many walls. This was way too much. He had no idea where what he would be looking for would be. Tybalt knew that the best way to go about it was to just wander around. The one good thing was that the place was pretty empty. There were a few people. He walked to what appeared to be the potion bit. He looked at the covers, peering closely so he could make out what they were saying. He didn't know which would be useful for him. The young boy moved on to the history section, which much more what he liked. It had enough in it. The history of magic, now there was something he needed. Tybalt reached up, having to stand on the tips of his toes, and use the tips of his fingers to be able to reach it. But he was successful. He'd managed to get the book without any help, and without bringing down hundreds of others with it. His small victory was short lived as someone pushed past him. Making him unbalanced and causing him to fall to the floor. The glasses, that were a little big for him went flying across the floor. He spent a few moments lying on the floor, before pushing himself up so he was sitting. Everything was out of focus. He had the book beside him, but he couldn't see his glasses anywhere. The bright blue eyes of the boy glanced all around the floor, he felt about ready to cry, so much so that there was a glistening in his eyes that was tears about to fall. This had not been the safe trip he had imagined.
The steps were many. He wasn't actually too sure where the library was. He didn't know where it could possibly be. So he just went on to the first floor, and when he didn't find it, he walked away. He did this until he got to the right floor. However, By this point he was tired and took a seat just outside the entrance to the library. He noticed a girl, much older than him give him a glance and then a double take. Tybalt looked down at his feet and wondered what that had been about. But instead of pondering it more, he got up and walked into the library. Sighing slightly as he noticed the hundreds of books that lined the many walls. This was way too much. He had no idea where what he would be looking for would be. Tybalt knew that the best way to go about it was to just wander around. The one good thing was that the place was pretty empty. There were a few people. He walked to what appeared to be the potion bit. He looked at the covers, peering closely so he could make out what they were saying. He didn't know which would be useful for him. The young boy moved on to the history section, which much more what he liked. It had enough in it. The history of magic, now there was something he needed. Tybalt reached up, having to stand on the tips of his toes, and use the tips of his fingers to be able to reach it. But he was successful. He'd managed to get the book without any help, and without bringing down hundreds of others with it. His small victory was short lived as someone pushed past him. Making him unbalanced and causing him to fall to the floor. The glasses, that were a little big for him went flying across the floor. He spent a few moments lying on the floor, before pushing himself up so he was sitting. Everything was out of focus. He had the book beside him, but he couldn't see his glasses anywhere. The bright blue eyes of the boy glanced all around the floor, he felt about ready to cry, so much so that there was a glistening in his eyes that was tears about to fall. This had not been the safe trip he had imagined.