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Krel Ansell · 09-21-2011, 02:26 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimstar18

With the hopes of perhaps finding the mysterious Daisy, Damien headed straight for the library. The girl was definately keen on books, and perhpas wandering amongst the reading area and bookshelves might provide a chance to run into her.

Memories of the library from last year began flooding his mind as he continued to wander. The conversations he'd had with Isobel in here -- the night he first held her in his arms and that rediculous flash of light -- and the shadow he saw in the back of his mind. The Hufflepuff shuddered at the memory, hoping to never experience it again. However, he had mad a point to visit some certain professors to question them about -- things that normal 6th year Hogwarts students shouldn't really worry about at all.

As he rounded the corner he came upon a group of first year students, either struggling over homework, or simply gathering for a simple chat. He caught a few eyes that wandered in his direction and gave them a simple nod of the head as he continued his search for the elusive Daisy --

What was her last name again?

Scratch. Scratch.

Ugh. Daisy had forgotten how itchy and uncomfortable the knee-high wool socks her mom packed her could be. Why did her mom insist on these heavy socks? Didn't she know that the castle wasn't that drafty? Why hadn't she picked up new sock in Diagon? What had she been doing instead?

Looking for a book.
An unfindable book.
A book that apparently did not want to be located.

And now, having spent a good deal of time looking in the Hogwarts card catalogs, she knew that the school did not own a single copy of the book either.

What was a girl to do?

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

The sock fell down, bunching around her ankle. The only thing that kept up the gold and red sock was the top of her blue conserve-like high-top that absolutely did not go with her school uniform or house colors. She tugged the sock up, balancing the load of books she had pulled to research some homework for history class in the crook of her other arm. One very large olive green book almost fell, but Daisy shifted her weight and stomped her foot just a bit as finished with the itchy sock.

Guess I should find a spot to look at these...or....check them out. Glancing at the pile of books, she imagined having to haul them up to Gryffindor tower. Nope - reading them here. Daisy could, at times, be a very very lazy person who made poor decisions - as evidenced by her socks.

09-21-2011, 02:26 AM	#109 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Quote: Originally Posted by Kimstar18 With the hopes of perhaps finding the mysterious Daisy, Damien headed straight for the library. The girl was definately keen on books, and perhpas wandering amongst the reading area and bookshelves might provide a chance to run into her. Memories of the library from last year began flooding his mind as he continued to wander. The conversations he'd had with Isobel in here -- the night he first held her in his arms and that rediculous flash of light -- and the shadow he saw in the back of his mind. The Hufflepuff shuddered at the memory, hoping to never experience it again. However, he had mad a point to visit some certain professors to question them about -- things that normal 6th year Hogwarts students shouldn't really worry about at all. As he rounded the corner he came upon a group of first year students, either struggling over homework, or simply gathering for a simple chat. He caught a few eyes that wandered in his direction and gave them a simple nod of the head as he continued his search for the elusive Daisy -- What was her last name again? Scratch. Scratch. Ugh. Daisy had forgotten how itchy and uncomfortable the knee-high wool socks her mom packed her could be. Why did her mom insist on these heavy socks? Didn't she know that the castle wasn't that drafty? Why hadn't she picked up new sock in Diagon? What had she been doing instead? Looking for a book. An unfindable book. A book that apparently did not want to be located. And now, having spent a good deal of time looking in the Hogwarts card catalogs, she knew that the school did not own a single copy of the book either. What was a girl to do? Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The sock fell down, bunching around her ankle. The only thing that kept up the gold and red sock was the top of her blue conserve-like high-top that absolutely did not go with her school uniform or house colors. She tugged the sock up, balancing the load of books she had pulled to research some homework for history class in the crook of her other arm. One very large olive green book almost fell, but Daisy shifted her weight and stomped her foot just a bit as finished with the itchy sock. Guess I should find a spot to look at these...or....check them out. Glancing at the pile of books, she imagined having to haul them up to Gryffindor tower. Nope - reading them here. Daisy could, at times, be a very very lazy person who made poor decisions - as evidenced by her socks. __________________