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NannyMcPhee · 09-21-2011, 09:10 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

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.

One could argue the library to be a rather creepy place when you were the only person wandering the shelves or reading lounge. Ever since the group of first year students, Damien hadn't come across any one else, the pin-drop silence was almost deafening.

Not that he'd admit he was scared of the place or anything -- up until last year, he never even ventured through the doors of the library. Up until the moment he realized these books might be able to help him out somehow.

The small bound book he'd purchased from the Third Hand Bookstore in Diagon Alley was tucked into his right hand and his newly acquired messenger bag hung on his left shoulder as it drapped down across his chest to his opposite side. What was that muggle word some people used to describe how boys and girls dressed? Proppy? No that wasn't it. Peppy. Eghads, no. Damien would rather get eaten by a dragon than be called Peppy. The only real thing any of his friends would notice about his appearance would be the slightly longer hair -- no one really paid attention to how the boy dressed did they?

Thud.

He turned, suddenly at the sound, wondering if it was one of the ghosts playing tricks. Not hearing any voices, Damien turned completely around and started walking in the direction of where it came from. Rounding the corner he found the source.

Daisy's back was turned to him, but he recognized her immediately. She was struggling with quite the load of material, and apparently her socks as well.

"Ever hear of reading too much?" he questioned as he came up along side her, before reaching out his free hand to take two of the books out of her arms.

09-21-2011, 09:10 PM	#116 (permalink)
NannyMcPhee Formerly: Kimstar18 Beautiful Disaster Chaos Creator Moke Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Irish at heart <3 Posts: 8,554 Hogwarts RPG Name: Liam Coleman Seventh Year	Irish eyes \|\| Nanny McPhee Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell 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. One could argue the library to be a rather creepy place when you were the only person wandering the shelves or reading lounge. Ever since the group of first year students, Damien hadn't come across any one else, the pin-drop silence was almost deafening. Not that he'd admit he was scared of the place or anything -- up until last year, he never even ventured through the doors of the library. Up until the moment he realized these books might be able to help him out somehow. The small bound book he'd purchased from the Third Hand Bookstore in Diagon Alley was tucked into his right hand and his newly acquired messenger bag hung on his left shoulder as it drapped down across his chest to his opposite side. What was that muggle word some people used to describe how boys and girls dressed? Proppy? No that wasn't it. Peppy. Eghads, no. Damien would rather get eaten by a dragon than be called Peppy. The only real thing any of his friends would notice about his appearance would be the slightly longer hair -- no one really paid attention to how the boy dressed did they? Thud. He turned, suddenly at the sound, wondering if it was one of the ghosts playing tricks. Not hearing any voices, Damien turned completely around and started walking in the direction of where it came from. Rounding the corner he found the source. Daisy's back was turned to him, but he recognized her immediately. She was struggling with quite the load of material, and apparently her socks as well. "Ever hear of reading too much?" he questioned as he came up along side her, before reaching out his free hand to take two of the books out of her arms.