The library was fairly full. Jeremy sighed. He supposed he could go back to Crotalus but he had gone out of his way to come down here, and he didn’t particularly feel like wasting his time trailing all the way back.
He made his way over to the least objectional person he could see.
“May I share your table?” he asked.
OOC: Post probably aimed at someone Pureblood who Jeremy does not have particular beef with. Or, at a stretch, a fellow Quidditch player provided he doesn't actively dislike them. I think that means 'Hilda.'
Hilda looked up as Jeremy Mordue approached her table where she was doing her homework for her independent study course in English. At his question, she looked around and found that there were no empty tables nearby, which explained his request. She made an inviting gesture to one of the empty chairs at hers. She knew he was not particularly well liked by most of the others on the Quidditch team, but she had never had a problem with Jeremy. She might have tried out some of her English slang, as this was an informal setting, but decided Jeremy had never struck her as much of a slang user, so she merely said, "You may."