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I just don't think they'll start it up again because the murders got a little out of hand. she admitted, chewing on the end of her quill.
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Annie agreed. I might enter, just I'd have to get really really good at silent spellwork. It's difficult, because you know she pointed to her throat. I can't exactly speak, can I?
She closed her book, rolling up her parchment. I'd better be getting along. Have a good time at the ball! she signed, smiling and slinging her bag over one shoulder.
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Madame Edmund popped the last of her lemon drops into her mouth, and nodded, mouth full. "Of course," she swallowed, and scribbled a few things down on her notepad, and handed her back the books. "Have a good day!" She chirped after her, returning to her librarians chair.
((Thank you for the RP!))
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"She's a laugh, that one. So glad she replaced the old one, I never knew her name, poor dear," Bryssa rambled.
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Hazelle floated back into her mind, and she was afraid her smile would fade again. Hazelle's hair was the exact color of the candy, and caramel had been her favorite flavor.
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"Sorry, what did you say? I kind of zoned out a little," she admitted, blinking quickly. His words penetrated her. "Sneak out?" she asked, her mouth twitching. She was sure Markus was joking around, she'd never thought of sneaking out.
Bryssa was not generally a rule breaker, and this new course of action surprised her. It sounded fun though, really fun. Figuring out how to do it may be a problem, but once they were out... But maybe Markus already knew how to do it, maybe he'd done it before.
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"You are going to live Hazelle. She's going to love you!" She said, trying to keep her voice down.
((Sorry for the shrimpy post, at the doctors office :))
Kamri walked into the Library and started searching the shelves for the Charms book she had forgotten at her home. Madam Edmand walked over to her and asked her if she needed help finding her book."No thank you,"Kamri said as she put a book back on the shelf."I think Kyle will lend me his. If not, Professor McDoogle will give me one."She decided to check out a book on Werewolves and sat down on a chair in the library to read.
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Edith smiled pleasantly at her sketch as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She gently set her notebook on the floor next to her, turning slightly to grab a book of the shelf next to her. The bookshelf pressed into her back as she leaned back and flipped open the cover of the novel. The soft sound of footsteps drifted through her thoughts, causing a slight disturbance in the placid calm of the library. She quickly slammed close the cover of her sketch book and glanced upwards, her eyes finding Magnus as he walked down the aisle of books.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," she smiled.
Magnus was sitting in a small comfortable chair in the library, working on his transfiguration notes. It was pouring raining outside and herbology had been cancelled that evening. His friend and fellow housemate, Edith was seated beside him. Her long pretty hair splayed out.over her shoulders. She was quite beautiful. Magnus smiled and replied cheerily , "Hullo". He blushed and tried to hide it by sticking up a thick textbook to cover his face.
"Hey", she relpied, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, smiling down at her book. She glanced out at the rain soaked windows, her gaze then trailing back to Magnus' dark eyes and pale face. "How's your Transfiguration going?" She blushed, realizing she'd been staring.
((I'm not sure, I don't think so. Sorry I have been caught up a lot with other stuff))
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Nico hopped gratefully into one of the squashy bean bags in front of the fire, and stuck out his hands, turning them to warm them evenly. His fingers sang in relief, the sleet melting to water and dripping from his hair. "That was interesting," he said, but his teeth were chattering so badly that he was positive she couldn't have understood.
He curled into a ball, tucking his hands under himself to keep them warm. His socks and shoes were drenched, soaked to the bone. He shivered, and shook his head, splattering everything near him with drops of freezing water.
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Nico nodded, watching her as she left. She slipped under the chain barring the restricted section, and vanished from sight.
He snuggled back into his bean bag, his jacket now comfortably dry. He kicked off his sneakers, letting the fire dry his sopping socks. He shivered, pleasurably now, and settled, pulling a book from the shelf next to him. It was a muggle novel, one he knew, but hadn't ever read. It was titled, The Book Thief. A photograph of a line of dominos, lined up so that if you pushed one over, they'd all tumble down.
His eye brows furrowed, he began to read. "First the colours.
Then the humans.
That’s how I usually see things.
Or at least, how I try.
*** HERE IS A SMALL FACT ***
You are going to die."
Nico frowned, thinking that this was a perfectly ridiculous start to a book. He sighed, and made to push it back into place on the shelf nearest his left arm, but Yellow was back and had stopped him.
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He tapped Yellow on the shoulder, and peered at the book she'd been skimming.
Deaf?
Was Yellow deaf?
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Nico was confused. "O-okay! I guess I'll see you around Yellow," he smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He nodded and turned, his sneakers still wet and squeaking as he left the library.
Maia walked into the library looking around with a book hugged by her chest. The book was a muggle book that her mother sent to her earlier in the year called The Giver. She was about halfway through it and was liking it. She mostly read fairytales, but also loved books about adventure. She suddenly wondered what kind of books Robin liked and made a mental note to ask him.As she expected, he wasn't quite there yet. She had rushed out of lunch to get here, but he may not have. Maia decided to wander around and pretend to look for books because she didn't want to pick a spot to sit at quite yet.
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He caught her eye, and the uncomfortable look vanished, being replaced by one of joy. He motioned for her to follow him, and she did, and they settled in the two bean bags in front of the fire.
When they had sat down she put her book to the side and started talking. "I'm glad we could do this. I'm afraid I wouldn't have ever had time to talk with you if we hadn't made this plan."Maia was still curious about his favorite book so asked him about it. "So, what's your favorite book? I was just wondering."The fire was flaring and The Maia could almost see her reflection in the mantelpiece above it. It was a silver metal that looked like the one she had at her new home in London.
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"What about you? What do you like to read?" he asked, fiddling with the corner of his robes.
"I like to read, but I don't really have a favorite book. It's really childish, but I still love The Warlocks Hairy Heart. I guess I just really like fairytales, but I've only read a few muggle fairytales."Maia said embarrassedly. A girl who looked around the age of eleven was wandering around aimlessly and walked right by the two looking around but not noticing them. "I wonder if she's lost, I mean that girl,"Maia said after the girl had turned around a corner behind some bookshelves. Maia laughed a little and Robin looked confused. "Her expression was funny, you have to admit." She explained to him.
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Robin looked at Maia who was smiling kindly. "Are you okay? Need help finding anything?"
((Hehe this girl is actually a girl I'm creating right now lol))
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((Sorry-was at church))"Um. Maybe..."the girl said quietly. "I'm just a little lost. If I could just-"she was interrupted by Madame Edmund. "I can help you honey,"she said practically dragging her away from them.
"I wonder what's up with them." Maia said distantly. "Well. So what's your favorite color?"
she said still thinking about the girl. Maia remembered the color of her scarf. "Yellow!" Maia said suddenly. "Sorry, that's not my favorite color or probably not yours, but that was the color of the girl's scarf. She must be in Hufflepuff!"
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"Actually, she had raven decorated socks. Only a hard core raven supporter would have those, unless she was a Hufflepuff. And the stripes on her scarf were more blue than yellow," he said quickly, then blinked.
"Sorry, I tend to be big on observations," Robin admitted.
((Totally fine))"Oh. Wow, you're really observant. I would have never noticed that."Maia said. She realized she was staring at him in awe and quickly looked away embarrassed.
"You should maybe look for her sometime since she's in your house. What year do you think she's in?"Maia said almost sure that he would know. It was funny that she was so interested in the girl, but just thought she was mysterious.
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"So, Maia. Such a lovely girl such as you hasn't been snatched up by another boy, which makes perfectly no sense whatsoever," he said slyly, and winked.
He grinned sheepishly, to show he was kidding, and she laughed too. It was nice, both of them sitting there, laughing.
((I promise I'll reply after school, but I've had a busy morning and haven't gotten to it.))
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((So sorry, now I am))They finally stopped laughing after they both had heard footsteps and quieted down in case it was Madame Edmund. "You're too kind. I ,myself, think I look ugly, but then I do live with a family of angelic-looking people." Maia said almost in a whisper, but at the end of her talking she laughed at herself for doing so.
"Do you fancy Quidditch much?" Maia said
((Did the word Quidditch show up on yours- it's supposed to say Do you fancy Quidditch much?))
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Robin laughed. "No, I can't say that I am, actually," he said honestly, shaking his head. "I tried out for the team in my first year, which was completely foolish, for I am an absolute disgrace to the art of flying,"
He shook his head again, running a hand through his raven hair. "So do you play at all? I'd love to come and watch you."
"Oh, no. I was just wondering if you did. I feel weird because I don't know how it works. It just confuses me, but I don't discriminate against people who like it."Maia said with a embarrassed smile."My father put me in football lessons when I was young and I'll just say he learned to never even try to have me do any sports ever again."She said. "Anyway, I'm kind of glad you're not a Quidditch player. It doesn't seem like you."
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Robin shook his head a fraction, frowning. "Nah, it doesn't seem particularly like you either," he admitted, shuffling his feet.
((Sorry it's so short! I'm doing math homework while writing this haha))
Madame Edmund was singing along quietly to the song Africa, and Annie tapped her fingers in time to the song.