Louis was completely engrossed in the concept of a complex Transfiguration Charm when he was interrupted by the voice of a stranger, saying his name. Louis turned his head quickly, instinctively, and swiftly took in the frame of the boy – who was obviously Freddie - before him. Tall and well built, he recognised him immediately from the Quidditch Pitch. Freddie was his sister Lara’s rival Seeker, but Louis had also seen him walking around laughing and joking with his brother Leon and so he knew that Freddie and the Jolicoeurs were on friendly terms. That seemed to calm Louis a fraction. A friend of Leon, was a friend of his; Leon, the eldest Jolicoeur, was so protective over the rest of his siblings that he was fairly certain that if anyone even tried bullying him Leon would curse them so hard that they wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Perhaps that is why, though not particularly popular, Louis had never really experienced a massive problem with teasing. Whilst Leon was a friendly guy, he could turn vicious if it came to his family. He was like a wolf, protective of his pack. Louis had even heard it whispered that Leon had practically overtaken the role of a Father when the Jolicoeur’s Dad had died of Cancer. Louis took a deep breath and smiled - a boyish, handsome smile that seemed to stretch towards the crinkles of his eyes.
“That’s me.” He confirmed. His voice was smooth, and conveyed a confidence and self-assurance that he didn’t truly feel. “It’s nice to meet you, Freddie Lynch.” He proclaimed, taking Freddie’s hand and shaking it in greeting. “I’ve seen you before.” he admitted, after dropping his hand to his side. “On the Quidditch Pitch of course.” He continued, giving another of those handsome smiles. “You’ve given Lara a run for her money a fair few times, not that I’d ever admit that to her.” Louis said, with a slight chuckle. Turning back to face the desk in front of him, Louis moved his huge book to the side and folded his papers, pushing them away with the book so as to make space for Freddie to sit by him.
“So I hear you’re a Transfiguration whiz?” Louis asked, taking off his reading glasses and cleaning them with the hem of his robes. “I’m fairly certain I could pass if I took the N.E.W.T now, but there are just some things I need to work on that could really boost up my grade.” He explained. “I’ve read all about the seventh year of the course, but there’s nothing like actual face to face teaching, and practise isn’t there?” he asked rhetorically. “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” He added on a whim, hoping not to seem ungrateful. He genuinely was exceedingly thankful that Freddie was taking time out of his day to help him, a younger student with less important priorities, get the grades that he wanted. Louis saw that as a mark of character, and seemed to sense immediately that Freddie was a nice guy.