A great deal of his time lately was spent in libraries, taking notes on anything that seemed of value. Hi notebook is left open on a desk for the moment, as he left and picked out probably more books than he'd be able to get through in a day, holding some in his arms and enchanting at least half a dozen more to float along behind him. And he didn't seem at all concerned with anyone else in the library.

His clothes were slightly rumpled and his hair is messy, there are ink stains on his sleeves and a little on his cheek and forehead from brushing his hair out of his face as he wrote.

"I'll be out of your way in a minute." He commented as he passed, not taking any real notice of the man aside from the fact that he was there. And once he reached where he'd been sitting, he just enchanted the books he was done with to return to their spot on the shelves. Not just his general appearance told of how long he'd been there either, there was the number of books, finished and just being collecting, and how low the candle he was using had burned down, nearly finished and in need of being replaced.

"You didn't need any of these, did you?" Not many people wandered into this section except for him.