(from the library)<br/><br/>Hobbes stepped from the library to the entrance of the fourth floor corridor just down the hall from the prefects' bathrooms. He ushered Kait along beside him, hoping that none of the prefects were around just now.  "This is it," he said. "We should be able to find a quiet spot to, um, talk here."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but notice the way her skirts had bounced as he led her down the hall. Such luscious legs. He wished his hands could trail all the way up them. But he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Maybe if they could find a windowsill to sit on, he could at least still a few more glances at her legs.