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Originally Posted by emjay View Post
The Book Nook in the Ravenclaw common room was pretty much Phoenix's favorite place in the castle, ever since he discovered it last term. He was fairly annoyed that he hadn't known about it till his second year at this school, but he got over it quickly and tried to enjoy it as much as he could. Usually when it wasn't too crowded.

Thankfully that wasn't normally the case and it also didn't seem to be the case when he had pulled the on secret book guarding the entrance. Today he surrounded himself with a few books he had been interested in as well as a couple journals, each for specific things, as he sat in one of the comfy corners of pillows.
The Book Nook was not a place Mitsuki frequented all that often. There was usually a feather or a piece of lint that indicated her steps lead elsewhere, but today had not been one of those days. A rarity, which meant something unusual was meant to occur. The dregs of her tea had told her as much as well.

Her book bag slung over her shoulder, Mitsuki stepped through the secret pivoted entrance to greet that which had been preordained.

Having no expectations other than to accept whatever lay on the other side of the bookcase entrance, the fourth year tilted her head a bit to the side as she took in the sight of a younger student who she was vaguely familiar with and had observed at least a handful of times previously. And observe she did, again, as she stood just a step or two over the threshold and not wishing to interrupt whatever deep thought he may be having.
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