Originally Posted by Kimstar1

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.