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Dec 06, 2013 07:36PM
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Elizabeth sat at a table in the library, flipping through a dusty looking spell book.
Earlier that day, George had come into the library and placed a couple of fake eyeballs strategically in various books and shelves. It was mild by his standards, but he was broke. What was a guy with no coins to do?
George walked casually into the library, hands in his pockets, and hoped no one thought twice about him being in here. Because seeing Fred or George in the library was oh so common. He could hope though. He had a string that would start expanding in five minutes, and if he didn't put it down, his pockets were five minutes away from explosion.
She closed her book, and headed back over to a shelf.
Glancing around quickly, George made his way to a shelf, and took the string out of his pocket. He began lining the shelf, back behind the books with the string, working his way down the shelf and making sure the string wasn't visible. ((Gtg, modern, ttyl!))
She carefully slid the book back into it's original spot.((Aw, bai!!!!))
George finished tucking the string behind the books, and then hightailed it away from that shelf as fast as he could while looking as innocent as was humanly possible. Finding a seat with a good vantage point of the shelf, he sat down, pulling a book that had been set on the other side of the table closer to himself, so it looked like he was doing something. The shelf he had picked was a well used one, the common charms shelf. Now, he just needed someone to walk by at just the right time...
She headed over to the common charms shelf. She really needed to check whether alohomora could also open locks on other things but doors.
A girl started walking towards the shelf. Internally, he fist pumped. He shifted for a better view. Ravenclaw. This was going to be priceless. He forced his mouth to not smile. This had better work. Looking closely, he could see the books start to shift.
((Lol, just checking :) what's going to happen?))
((Its a string, and it simply expands. Grows and grows and grows. So it ends up looking like a giant worm almost XD I really don't know what I was thinking))
She picked up a book off he shelf. Was he shelf... Moving? It couldn't be. It wasn't possible! But it was...
Fall, books, fall! All of you, fall! He urged inside his head.
Books began tumbling from te shelves from all angles. She screamed, and tried to duck out of the way. What he heck? Were the shelves coming alive???
George couldn't help it any longer. He doubled over laughing. It worked! He had been working on that string for a while now. He was going to shove one of those strings in Snape's desk next. ((I gtg, bai!))
She finally found a spot where the books fell rarely an looked around. Was someone using a spell? But if the bookshelves were alive, they wouldn't start throwing books everywhere...
Lizzie crouched in the corner of the library. Books were tumbling all over, and one hit her head. "Stupid Encyclopedia."
She heard a strange noise to one side of her. She rolled to her side and saw a book--with teeth! What kind of Library is this? Not sure what to do, and with the book coming towards her, she did what all brave teens do.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She heard a strange noise to one side of her. She rolled to her side and saw a book--with teeth! What kind of Library is this? Not sure what to do, and with the book coming towards her, she did what all brave teens do.
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Melisquish wrote: "She finally found a spot where the books fell rarely an looked around. Was someone using a spell? But if the bookshelves were alive, they wouldn't start throwing books everywhere..."((Bonjour! I'm back, but I'm studying at the same time, so replies are going to be slow.))
The books began clattering on the ground off of the shelf around the poor girl, but George was too excited knowing that it worked to dwell too long on her.
She looked wide eyes around her, trying to stay away from the books exploding everywhere. Was there someone with a wand?
George finally stood up, unable to sit still any longer, and was about to run off before Filch got here, but then stopped in his tracks. He realized he didn't know when it would stop exploding. Or if it would at all.
Someone had just stood up... She could barely see a thing through the falling books...
George could barely make out a girl through the falling books. He wondered just how many books had been collecting dust on that shelf.
Gosh, so many books! She thought, trying to get through without seriously injuring herself. Luckily she had pretty good reflexes. They'd wanted her for Quidditch, but she'd declined. Who had time for that?
George ran past the shelf, and realized the girl was getting through the books somehow. Skill, he thought, and grabbed her arm as he rushed past, pulling her with him.
"What the-" she asked as suddenly, something grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out.
He dragged the girl by the arm out of the library and into the hallway, grinning like a madman.
"What the heck?" She asked, as they exited the library. She turned to face whoever had dragged her out. "George Weasley?" ((Je dois partir :( a demain!))
((Oops, moi aussi!))"Ah, wonderful, we can skip half of the introductions! Unfortunately, I don't recall ever knowing your name."
"Why the frown? I just saved you from a horrific fate. No kisses for your savior?" he joked.
She took a step back. "And why would I kiss you?" She asked, slightly revolted.
He looked at her oddly. "Blimey, have you never heard a joke before?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Why would you joke about something like that?"
He almost facepalmed, barely believing his ears. "Why joke at all, in that case?" he replied sarcastically.
"Exactly, you see my point!"((A demain, Andra!))
George's mouth fell open. "Why.. joke... at all?" he repeated dumbly, the very thought barely processing.
"Yes. There... Really isn't a point." She shook her head.
"Isn't really... a point?" He stared at her.
"No. I mean, why would you do it? For fun? No, that makes no sense. How does joking help you in any way?"
He fell against a wall, faking a faint. "That's it. Time to educate you," he said suddenly, and pushed away from the wall.
"I don't need educating. I'm top in all of my classes, and all my teachers say I could take my NEWTs now, and pass easily.
"Good god," he remarked, and slung an arm over her shoulder, leading her away from the library. "Then answer me this: what is the definition of 'fun'?"((Sorry for any slow replies ahead of time, I'm studying my psych at the same time.))
"Something that provides mirth or amusement. Otherwise known as a waste of time." She took his arm off her shoulders.
"Waste of time?" he repeated incredulously. It seemed that repeating her as though he had swallowed one of their new sweets was al he was capable of. "Wrong. F-."
"Yes. A waste of time. You gain nothing by having "fun"."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are we talking about personal gain or what people think personal gain is?"
