He had been standing like a sentitle on guard duty outside Ravenclaw because he had figured that this was probably the best place to talk to Lydia. It was times like these when his blindness truly irritated him to no end. He had learned to cope with it years ago. He rarely ever even thought about it anymore. It was just a part of his life. But it prevented him from doing such a basic thing as trying to find a person.
He had gone to the library but he couldn't call out her name or he would've been kicked out for disturbing the peace. He had walked around but if she had been there, she didn't bother calling out his name to get his attention.
And so he waited, in hopes, she would walk by.




