For a room often referred to as the Deathday Party Hall, this place is lacking anyone that's, you know, dead. It also doesn't look very festive, either, excluding the tables lined up to the sides with a plethora of chairs surrounding them. Nonetheless, it's what Castor needs right now: quiet and lacking other students. Sitting at a table near the middle, he opens his Transfiguration book, pulls out a long piece of parchment, and wets his quill before beginning the brainstorming aspect of his homework essay. The Library was filled to the brim with first years, the halls were full of sweaty students, and every room he looked into (common room included) were occupied. This was, for the first time he arrived at Hogwarts this year, the only moment of peace he'd gotten.