Weather seemed to be a bit too warm outside for Zoey McAdams. Rather, even in his skimpiest of clothes, he felt sweaty and milky outside studying. Instead, he chose the secluded corrider on the third floor, with open windows to allow sun in, but enough shade to keep cool. It was like his own picnic. He had a long blanket, clad with the face of Marilyn Monroe on it, spread out half in sunlight, half in shade. A basket full of chocolate goods was in the shaded side and canteen of chocolate soy latte was situated next to it. He wore simple clothing - a shiny, green tank top; faded silver shorts that went halfway up his thin thighs; his Japanese-style sandals (they were his new favorite item to wear, therefore he wore them often); and over his eyes were green-tinted sunglasses.

His bag full of study material was located underneath the nearest window, ready to be opened and taken from. Zoey had a full list of topics he had prepared for the next few hours. Potions, ancient runes, potions, herbology, potions, potions, and muggle studies. To some, this task would seem tedious, not worth the time. Zoey, however, was a prefect and a studious boy, achieving Outstandings on all but one O.W.L. and the one Exceeds Expectations was a fluke, in his humble opinion.

If someone were to walk down the corridor into his little picnic, he would gladly allow them to take seat and converse. He knew he didn't have to study, for he'd probably pass everything anyways, but the studying seemed more a hobby for him, than say quidditch. He knew how to ride a broom, sure, but he didn't make a game out of it.

  Fergie was on his way to a very important meeting with his little sister Stacia. Apparently she was in the middle of a crisis, as she had sent one of her little friends running to find him. It was touching, really, how much his little sis depended on his advice and opinions. Now if only his older sibling would realize how worthy he was of respect and admiration... Fat chance of that ever happening, however, as that would require Marmaduke to remove his head from his own bum for a moment to realize that there even were other people in the world.

 He wasn't in a particular hurry - to Stacia, a crisis could be anything from breaking a nail to losing a hair bow - but he didn't want to waste too much time getting there either, so he decided to take a short cut through an abandoned corridor. At least, he'd thought it was abandoned. Apparently not, however, if the picnic he came upon was anything to judge by.

 It seemed a fellow student - who he recognized as seventh year Slytherin Zoey McAdams - had taken over a corner of said hallway for his own personal headquarters or something. He had quite the set up spread out. Fergie had to stop a moment and raise an eyebrow at the whole thing. It wasn't a particularly bad idea, he supposed. At least indoors one wouldn't get sunburned. However, personally...he preferred his picnics to be out of doors, and his studying time to be in his dorm room or the library. "What's the occasion?" He asked, pausing for a moment.