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Sep 20, 2014 02:21PM
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Thad walked into the Library, looking all around. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and quickly jogged over to the forbidden section, and inserted a key into the lock that had recently been added to the cabinet. He held his breath as he twisted the key, but let it out as he heard a "click" and the cabinet slid open. His eyes slid over the titles of the books, until he reached out and pulled out a book entitled "Dark Magic and it's uses."Still holding onto the book, he crept over to the corner and removed the loose panel he had found in the floor earlier that year. He slid the book in, replaced the board, and quickly walked away.
Natasha wrestled with a fiesty book on Dragon taming in the restricted section. "Books. Shouldn't. Have," she gasped as she was finally able to shut the book and slip it into the shelf. "Minds of their own!"
She sighed in relief. She almost thought that it would start breathing fire on her. But it was worth it. Learning about dragons from the restricted section gleaned so much more information.
Satisfied with her findings, she stepped out from between the shelves--and ran into a younger boy.
"Whoa." She put out a hand to stop him. "What brings you to the Restricted Section?"
Thad turned, and almost bumped into a taller girl. Looked 15 or 16. "What brings you to the forbidden section?" she asked.
"U mmmmmmm... Nothing. In fact, I was never here." he turned and began to jog to the exit cursing under his breath.
"All the older kids classes are in session. What was she doing here? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOOLPROOF!!!" He screamed as he bolted for the exit.
The librarian shushed him and Natasha chuckled under her breath. Was this guy serious?"Hey Tweedle Dee." She jogged to catch up with him. "Were you just in that section without permission?" She flipped her waist length braid over her shoulder, giving him 'the look.'
"Ummmmm... No. I had permission. From... People. Like um, The Headmistress. From her, and also, um, the librarian. Yeah, those two people."Dang, this girl was annoying. How could he get rid of her? "Aha," he thought to himself. "I'll fake a seizure."
And we that, he collapsed.
Natasha hid a smile with her hand as the boy babbled on. Did he realize how ridiculous he sounded?She put her hand out to cease his chatter but he had already stopped. And collapsed at her feet.
"Oh my goodness!" She dropped her knees in front of him just as he started shaking.
"Lady Makernin!" she cried. "We need to get him to the hospital wing!"
His plan was working perfectly. Now all he had to do was wait to be put into the hospital wing so that he could slip away at night. With any luck, he would never see this arrogant girl again. She was sticking her nose places it did not belong, and he needed to stop her.
((Sorry! I didn't see this until now! Do want to continue in the Hospital Wing?))
Wesley sat sulking as he was forced to rewrite an essay in detention. "This is bloody stupid." He said rather loudly, before he shut himself up so the librarian-whatever her name was- wouldn't hear him.
((Lol. Hey, Grace, it's your turn to post at the Forbidden Forest. We'll just ignore that other post, no problem.))Natasha stumbled into the library with a dopey grin. She felt so...alive. Giggling, she waved to the librarian. "Lady Makernin! Hello, dear!" She shook her head and muttered over and over again, "dear, dear, dear lady."
Catching sight of Wesley and another girl, she made her way in their direction. Ooh, Wesley. She never liked that boy.
"Oh, look. It's the definition of prat." She scowled only for a second before her face was again overtaken by a grin.
She turned to the girl. "Hullo, there!" She hiccupped before her faced screwed up in concentration. "Hey, I know you. You're Rrr...Renee? No, no, no, I've got it! Riley....Rrrreeeeannne! Reeane." She nodded confidently before she was overtaken by another fit of giggles.
She'd felt quite odd ever since she drank that...well, no, it couldn't be.
Another hiccup, followed by a giggle. She was perfectly fine.
Natasha looked affronted. "Do I look like I need help? I'm perfectly fine! Honestly!" She wrinkled her nose swatted at something in the air.
"Oh look! You've been getting into the hidden wine supply haven't you? I must say, I think you are finally learning something from me. I'm proud of you, Natasha." Wesley said, cracking an evil smile. He intended to use this opportunity to make her life as hard as possible.
Natasha snorted. "You're a blithering idiot, Wesley." She sniffed haughtily. "I don't drink. All I had today was-oh. Oh, what was it?" She sighed. "Can't remember. Lovely day, isn't it?"
"No no no no! Boys...are...prats! I hate the lot of them." She giggled. "No. I only love--" she belched. "Oh, excuse me. What was I saying?"
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"Reese! Hiya!" She smiled. "Have you seen Ruby? I have something to ask-" she was interrupted by a loud giggle that came from the older girl. She had a goofy look on her face and her eyes were wide and glassy.
"What's up with her?" She said pointing at her with her thumb.
Bryssa inspected the girl. Glassy eyes, goofy grin, unstable, yes. Her eyebrows shot up. "Love potion?"
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Bryssa raised her eyebrows.
"Your Natasha, right?" to the girl. "C'mon, tell us. Who are you mooning over?"
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Natasha's smiles were gone as she looked at them with sad puppy eyes. A tear trickled down her cheek."I-I..." She shook her head. "I hate him! But I love him. I think." She held her head in her hands.
Oh, why did they have to bother her? She wanted to go find Howard. To slap him. Or kiss him. She didn't know which yet.
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"We should get her to Slughorn. Right now. Based on the signs she seems to be getting worse," she stared at Natasha, "I bet the potion was spoiled, that makes it stronger. Huh."
She glanced at Reese, worried.
"H-Howard. Gave me pumpkin juice." A dreamy smile. "That was so nice of him." Then her face scrunched up. "But I don't even like pumpkin juice! He should have known that!"
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"I mean, I'd love to meet this Howard, he sounds charming. How about we go see him. Can you tell me his house?"
Bryssa looked at Reese, hoping she understood they were to leave to find Slughorn, now.
((Let's wait for Grace))
Natasha scowled. "I don't need to be baby-sat! I'll go by myself!"She shot straight past Reese, into the hallway.
"Howard! Oh, Howard, I'm coming!" When she found him she'd wrap her arms around him and the hug the life out of him. And then she'd rip him to shreds for-for...she couldn't remember why. Oh, why did her head hurt so much?
"Howwwaaard!" She floated down the hall.
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How did he get to be so popular, he had no idea. But he didn't like it, people expecting him to do cool things and always being nice and kind.
Andrew sighed as a few girls walked passed him leaving a note to his table.
You look cute when you study! it wrote, having the most bizarre picture of him that was ever drawn. He crumpled the paper loudly, hoping they could hear it.
Charlie tentatively entered the library. It was so full of...people!His eyes darted around the room, trying to find a nice quiet place to sit and study. There was an empty seat by...oh no, not him. Andrew was an older fellow in his house, and Charlie couldn't sit there. People like Andrew didn't talk to people like him. Besides, people kept coming up to him. No, that wouldn't do.
He hugged his books to his chest, taking a few more steps. A group of seventh years were huddled together by the entry, and Charlie had to squeeze past them.
A foot stuck out, right in his path, and before he could stop himself he was sprawled across the carpet.
His face turned red as his hair. Oh no... Everyone's eyes were on him.
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He picked up some of the books, and stood up.
"You okay there?" asked Andrew, with a gentle smile.
Charlie froze. A 6th year was speaking to him. And he wasn't making fun of him."I-I'm fine. Th-thanks." He swallowed, hating his stutter. He didn't make to move to reach for his books, just stared.
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Andrew laughed. "Well, come on.. Follow me." Andrew turned his back and headed for his table.
The young guy was a red as pepper and Andrew wanted him to feel comfortable. What was wrong with some company after all?
((2nd))"O-oh, no thank you. I-I should just b-be going." Wait. He had his books. And he couldn't turn down a sixth year, could he? He'd better follow.
Slowly, Charlie took a few steps in Andrew's direction, trying to ignore the glare of the 7th year who tripped him.
"I'm Charlie," he ducked his head, blushing even more profusely.
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"So.. I think I've seen you around in Hufflepuff. Are you a first year?"
Andrew spotted that people didn't approach him now that he was with Charlie. How shallow could they be; there was nothing wrong with a 6th year and ... well, a first or a second year to be chatting.
"Yes. I-I mean, no! I mean, I was. Last year. This year, I'm a second year. I'm twelve."He grimaced. Charlie hated meeting people. It was always the same thing. Introductions, polite smiles and small talk--until the other person got bored with him. He just wasn't a very interesting person. And he was scared of everything. But Andrew didn't have to know that.
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"Being a second year is the best."
His brow furrowed. "I'd rather be a sixth year." Did he really just say that? That being a second year is the best? The only thing worse than being a second year was being a first year, in Charlie's experience.
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Andrew sighed.
"You make friends, you laugh. You have study of course, but not everything depends on it." he said, shuffling his papers trying to make some room.
"Being a sixth year... everything is hard."
Charlie pushed his glasses up his nose. "B-being a second year, you get made fun of. Y-you try to succeed at magic, b-but more often than not...you fail."He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing. "I don't make that many friends."
He looked away. He wished he hadn't said any of that.
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"I'm an average student. I don't succeed in magic that much either. And I also don't have many friends."
"I'm sure you're talented Charlie. You just haven't found what you're good at yet."
Charlie reminded him of what he was like, except that was when he won that Quidditch game for Hufflepuff and everyone started talking to him and automatically making him their friend.
"Um...yeah. Thanks." Now he was starting to feel downright uncomfortable. He did know what he was good at. Making a fool of himself.Still, the older boy's words did give him a spark of hope. Maybe someday, Charlie would be like that. He wouldn't be so scared anymore, and everyone would want to talk to him, want to be like him.
It was his turn to sigh. His life would never be like that. He couldn't even approach Hagrid's Hut without his whole body trembling.
"Um, c-can I have my books?" He asked nervously. Andrew still hadn't relinquished them.
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But Andrew always viewed himself as someone usual and average, as he had nothing special to be admired of.
"Oh, I'm sorry" said Andrew. "Here you go."
Andrew gave the books back, his smile a little depressed.
He took back his books. For a few moments, all the boys did was stare at each other. It was rather awkward for Charlie. He wasn't sure what to do, or say, so he gave a rather jerky nod."Thanks for, um, helping me." It took everything in him not to stutter that sentence.
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"Thanks for helping me Charlie, I couldn't even think of a better way to write my Transfiguration paper! You're incredible!" he said loudly. Too loud for the library.
"Catch up with you later to tell you how it went." said Andrew, winking at Charlie.
Charlie blinked, wondering what had just happened. He looked up to find a couple of girls who had been ogling Andrew smiling. At him!He tried to smile, but an expression of shock was frozen on his face. He did know what had just happened. And he wasn't sure whether to like it or be scared of it.
"Y-you're welcome," he managed. "Yeah. S-see you later."
At this, they parted ways.
Charlie liked Andrew. They would probably never speak to each other again, but that was okay. Because for one brief moment, Charlie had felt...accepted.
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((Thanks for Rping!! ^^ It was cute and different!))
