So instead, his path had taken him to the library. He regarded the soaring ceilings and overfill bookshelves with disinterest. He hadn’t spent all that much time there as a student, at least not to study. The Malfoy library had a much wider, unsanitized selection, but he enjoyed the aesthetics of the place nonetheless. The dark corners and the smell of old parchments brought back fond memories of illicit rendez-vous during his youth. 