If one were to ask Sefton Jaswinder Ailbrooke what his number one favourite place to relax was, he would instantly, without a doubt say the Library.
After a long day of classes, Sefton would need time to cool down. Throughout the day, anxiety and pressure usually built up and raged inside his mind. So, he would need somewhere to release it. So, he now walked the hallways of the fourth floor, approaching the large library used by all of the students.
The young Ravenclaw opened the large doors of the place. The lazy, orange evening light cast long shadows along the walls and shone golden on the pillars around and the labels of the books. He took in a deep breath, relaxing as he smelled the sweet scent of paper and wood. It was quiet and peaceful. Surprisingly, no one was there, making it literally quiet. This was the one and only place he would never stir up trouble in
Sefton walked over to a bookshelf. Instead of using a ladder, he simply climbed the shelves to pick out a book. Being poor, he’d had many enemies before Hogwarts from the Muggle schools he had gone to. Sometimes, to avoid some of the groups of bullies waiting to jump him in an alley, he would climb over buildings, jump fences, and the like. This made him very flexible and good at climbing, not to mention running away from said bullies made him a quick runner. Yet, it wasn’t always because of bullies. Sometimes he would climb onto rooftops just to clear his thoughts.
The days his parents fought, he did it the most, staying up there for hours.
When his father left, he did it for even longer. It went so far that his mother would have to come and find him. Once she did, she was always in a worrying mess.
The ashen-haired first year found an armchair to sit in. Or, well, what a person would call sitting. He was upside down. Anyone who knew him would have realized that he comfortably sat in these questionable positions.
As he read, all of his anxieties of his mother and how she was doing were whisked away, and seemed to dissolve into the stillness.