"Next up...." He muttered pulling another book from the shelf, and tossing it onto the table. At this point, he may never get through them all, but he didn't care. After he told his parents that he became a prefect he felt an undying urge to become what his dad couldn't be. A professional duelist. Though not nearly as popular a sport as quiditch, Reed felt something basically YANKING him towards that path. he knew it would be hard, but regardless he would push and push until he eventually amounted to something.
Lost in his mess of thoughts, and daydreams he starts throwing books he wanted several feet onto the table. They were all very thick hard cover books so he doubted any would get damaged, but he seemed to ignore a certain redhead who almost got a copy of 'from simple party tricks to war-causing destruction' thrown into her face. Of course, Reed didn't seem to notice.