Every time he tried to make his way to the Room of Requirement, something prevented him. Five times that night, it had been Pansy wanting help with various assignments that weren't due for days. Twice it had been a member of the Quidditch team, asking him when they could expect him at practice. Once, Crabbe had forgotten his flask of Polyjuice Potion and had fallen asleep on his bed trying to locate it in the covers.
As a result, he was in a rather foul mood when he reached his destination. He closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, thankful to finally be alone and able to have the chance to work on repairing the cabinet.
"Erm… excuse me, but you're blocking the door…" a rather tranquil voice informed him from behind.
He whirled around and laid eyes on a bizarre witch wearing glasses that could not possibly lend themselves to aiding vision. She was vaguely familiar…
She smiled dreamily at him. "If you have a problem, I think the solution to it is right in this room."
He blinked.
"There's all sorts of interesting items in here, not to mention books on practically every subject… I just found a temporary replacement quill. My last one was taken today, and all of the other girls in my year seem to be on their last quill as well…"
"Why are you still talking to me? Did I give you permission?" he snapped at her, feeling even more irritated than before.
"No, you did not give me permission to speak to you. It's just common courtesy to make small talk. Besides, I have to find something to do whilst you're blocking the door to the corridor outside," she explained as though it was painfully obvious. Then he realised that it was obvious. He stepped aside, and watched her disappear as the door closed behind her.
He then begrudgingly began to search for a book on repairing magical transporting objects.