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| Tweet Topic Started: Thu Nov 17 9:57:10 GMT 2011 (345 Views) | |
| William Marwick | Thu Nov 17 9:57:10 GMT 2011 Post #1 |
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Will stumbled through the library, looking for that one particular book. Standing there, staring at all the volumes, he couldn’t find it. He had so much studying to do before winter break arrived and he was so far behind. All the stress about his parentage was getting to him. He didn’t even write an essay for charms, and completely forgot to practice transfiguring a couch into a hippopotamus. The class earlier had been sheer torture, and Professor Askew had given him what for, for his feeble wandwork. His brows knitted together in worry. This was not the year to perform poorly. His N.E.W.T.’s were next year, and if he didn’t get good marks this year, he’d be lucky if he got to take them. Sighing, he set his bag on a nearby table, and checked to make sure no one was around. “Accio, Habelmann’s Guide to Advanced Transfiguring.” A book slid off of a shelf a few aisles over and zoomed over to Will. Smiling he plucked it out of the air, and slid into the seat at the studying table. “Perfect,” he said. He pulled out his parchment, quill, and inkwell and began the four feet essay Professor Askew assigned him for his abysmal performance. Will still had his herbology homework to do before the next day, and he was going to finish his charms essay in hopes professor Falkon accepted it late. How his life was getting so out of order was beyond him. After all of the worrying he’d done over his mother’s safety without him. After all the excruciating hours he spend dedicating himself to providing a better future for both of them and not repeating her mistakes, was a simple letter from his father going to change everything? His father wanted him to come home for Christmas so he could get to know him. Will still hadn’t sent the reply back, and he only had a few days left to add himself to the list of people staying at Hogwarts for the holiday. If he went he would either have his dreams come true or his worst nightmare confirmed, but one thing was for certain, he’d get next to no studying done. Halfway through his transfiguration essay, will sighed, ready for a break. He set his feet up on the table, leaned back and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. The sound of a book slamming onto the ground jerked him out of his potential nap. His feet flailed and knocked the inkwell all over the essay lying on the table, set his chair off balance and sprawled William onto the floor. He swore quietly, pulling himself off of the rug that was thankfully below him, mentally assessing his limbs. Nothing was broken, nothing was cut, hopefully he’d not even develop a bruise that was threatening to form on his elbow from where it made contact with the ground. Righting the chair, he pulled his wand back out and attempted to siphon the ink off of his essay. Turning around he was about to tell off the person who made such a loud noise, but bit back his tongue, for fear it wouldn’t be worth it. Instead he muttered, “You know, most people are quiet in a library.” Edited by William Marwick, Thu Nov 17 21:33:57 GMT 2011.
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| Zooey Witte | Thu Nov 17 14:37:05 GMT 2011 Post #2 |
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Zooey's safe haven was the library. Like many Ravenclaws, she found solitude in the tall bookcases and yellowed, thick-paged tomes on the shelves. She could spend hours reading the texts in the library, and on most free days, she did. But for once, classes were starting to nip at Zooey's precious reading time. Instead of reading books containing interesting spells and magical delights, she was forced to find and research for her class subjects. For once, her class textbooks were not providing her in the answers she sought. Astronomy was going to be the death of her this year and she knew it. Professor Kadar was brilliant, but Zooey was uncertain if she could keep up with the rest of the class. It was not just simple star-gazing and identifying constellations. It consisted of some serious thinking and equations. Zooey had not had to deal with equations since leaving the muggle world for the more magical and enticing one of Hogwarts. She had thought equations were a thing in the past, but science was still a part of knowledge, especially Astronomy. With classes over for the day, Zooey decided to spend some time in the library in hopes of finding a book that would tell her more about astronomy. She felt vulnerable in that class and wanted to regain her footing. Perhaps if she found something of value, she could present it to Professor Kadar and discuss the content together in her office hours. Well, that was being a little too hopeful. Zooey approached a tall bookcase and reached up to the middle shelf. She leaned back as she rocked on her tiptoes and tried to discern the names written on the spines of the books. They were so faded after years of use, she was uncertain if she found the right section or not. Reaching up to a particular thick, red, leather-bound book, she barely grasped the spine of the book when it tumbled off of the middle shelf and fell to the floor with a loud, thundering, thud. She had barely noticed anyone else in the area when she heard the crash of a chair not too far away from where she stood. She reached down and picked up the book from the floor. The weight of the book felt heavy in her arms as she pressed the corners into her upper arms and held the book to her chest. She had only just turned the corner when she saw the source of the crashing sound – a Hufflepuff righting the chair at a desk. “Are you all right?” Zooey asked softly, never wanting to speak too loud in the library. |
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| William Marwick | Sat Nov 26 21:06:17 GMT 2011 Post #3 |
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Will looked at the Ravenclaw girl before him with an incredulous look on his face. Really, were there that many students in this school that didn’t know he almost knocked himself unconscious on a day to day basis? “I’ll be fine,” he said. “Perhaps a bruise here or there, but it’s nothing serious.” He attempted a weak smile, finishing cleaning up his essay, he put the now empty inkwell back into his satchel and started rifling through it for another bottle. He nodded in the general direction of the book she was holding and asked, “Is that book the culprit of your noise? My entire body was the source of mine it seems.” This time his smile was more genuine, he had learned a long time ago it was better to laugh at his flailing follies than to dwell on the embarrassment of them. The lanky Hufflepuff was unable to find another well of ink to use for his essay, and gave up the search. Hardly waiting for her to answer him, he felt an introduction was in order. “Will Marwick,” he extended his hand in greeting. “And if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I seem to be out of ink at the moment. Have you got any to spare?” He really hoped she did. He didn’t fancy trying to make it back to the dorms with the transfiguration book in hand. After all, he’d probably manage to set the thing aflame just from looking at it too hard. Not to mention at this hour it was sure to be full of vivacious and loud Hufflepuffs. The library was the best place to attempt the finishing of his homework. “If you’ve got work to do as well, we could share a table. I’ll do my best not to flip it on you.” The smile now was as genuine as anyone ever got out of Will. His mood was now thoroughly improved at the prospect that he might not have to cast a silence spell to keep the noise around him from disturbing him in the common room. His only other option there would be to mass murder the Hufflepuff house, but something told Will that being expelled from Hogwarts would not look good on a St. Mungo’s application. No, this chocolate haired Ravenclaw was his only chance at escaping a sentence in Azkaban, and she didn’t even know it yet. Problem, was, he wouldn’t tell her either, as being slightly homicidal was not something one would like to share. How Will hoped he was joking with himself… they always said to watch out for the quiet ones; that they could one day just randomly snap. While he didn’t feel himself quite on the verge of murdering a good quarter of the school’s current population, he wasn’t inclined to take many risks if he could avoid it. |
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| Zooey Witte | Thu Dec 1 12:19:35 GMT 2011 Post #4 |
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Zooey smiled albeit weakly, unsure if William was kidding about the soon-to-be prominent bruises on his flesh. But as the awkwardness subsided, Zooey shifted her weight from her left side to her right as she balanced the thick tome in her arms. When he mentioned the noise, she raised her brows in surprise and chuckled. “Oh y es, sorry about that. It was pretty high up on the shelf but I was determined to get it.” Luckily it did not fall on her in the process. She reached forward and shook his hand. “Zooey Witte.” When he mentioned the ink, Zooey nodded her head. “I learned a bit ago never to leave my dorm without a spare bottle. Ravenclaws are notorious for running out of ink quickly.” She moved toward the table and set the thick book down onto the desk with a deafened thud. Reaching into her satchel, she fumbled around in the inner pockets. “I know I have some in here some where,” she mumbled as she opened the bag further and started to explore more of the mess within. She had her bag full of parchment, a ball of yarn and her knitting needles, as well as broken quills and scribbled notes. “Ah, here we are!” She drew out a bottle of jet black ink and set it down on the table in front of him. “Brand new too. I got it in Hogsmeade not that long ago.” With a smile, she took a seat on the spare chair at the table beside him. “Thanks. My normal spot was taken over by a couple of Slytherins doing god knows what.” The library was a fairly secluded place, and her favorite spot was tucked away between several bookcases. It was certainly a spot for a good snog, but Zooey never thought of it that way. She took out a quail quill and a bottle of midnight blue ink. She preferred the blue ink over the black. Perhaps it was the Ravenclaw in her, but she just loved the dark shade of blue on the yellowed parchment. “So what are you working on?” Zooey asked softly, keeping her voice barely above a whisper. |
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| William Marwick | Thu Dec 1 22:53:17 GMT 2011 Post #5 |
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Will eyed the book in Zooey’s hands, raising his eyebrows at it. “That thing would have hit me on the head and stuffed me in the hospital wing for about a week. A nifty trick I learned to use was a summoning charm. Less chance of being clobbered, if you’re willing to risk getting in trouble with,” He jerked his head towards the librarian’s desk. “Lost twenty points in a week last year. She just, kept catching me at it.” He rolled his eyes, not really understanding how it was such a terrible thing to use magic to safely retrieve a book. You’d think there would be a sense of relief that at least the binding wouldn’t get ripped off in a poor attempt to dislodge one from a particularly stubborn shelf. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as the Ravenclaw girl produced ink from her bag. Glorius, wonderous, fabulous, marvelous ink! Zooey was his savior, the most magnificent goddess of ink, an angel come to assist him in his fifteen hours worth of homework he somehow had to cram in to four. He gently picked up the bottle, unstopped it, and took a great whiff. “Nothing better than the smell of fresh ink. Thank you very much, you have no idea how many lives you’ve saved today with the gesture.” Will sat back down, and very carefully situated his things around him. It was a process, and a meticulous one at that. He had his transfiguration essay before him, directly below the book he would use to assist in writing it, his charms essay beside it, once more below the proper book, and his herbology parchment and book sitting to the upper left side, ready to be placed in one spot or the other as time warranted. Placed to his upper right corner, was the inkwell and two quills, for easy inking and grasping should his current quill break. All that was left was the thermos waiting in his bag. He always snuck in a thermos of caffeinated joy, to keep him going. He’d be in detention for a week if that was ever found out. “I’m working on a few things actually, the price I pay for being behind. Transfiguration, due day after next, charms, due today, I’m hoping Professor Falkon will accept it tomorrow and just deduct a full letter grade from it, and herbology, due tomorrow as well. I’ve no idea how I managed to get myself in such a hole, and I’m shoveling out as quickly as possible.” His eyebrows knitted together in strain. He took a quick glance around to make certain no one was watching them. “Say, you won’t rat me out if I sneak a few sips of coffee in here and there will you?” |
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