Celandine bounded (as quietly as it was possible to bound) into the library. She found a spot where there was a little sun, carefully placed her bag down and took a seat. It was homework time. She figured she'd start on the parts she could do on her own and then maybe haunt her waaay too crowded common room to do the discussiony bit.

Running her fingers through her hair and absently corkscrewing a strand around her finger; Cela examined her card: Beatrice Bloxam. It was a pretty good one for the assignment but she'd much rather have had the exploding tuba or disappearing tapdancer one.

Hmmm.

She began taking notes and scribbling down random thoughts about Beatrice Bloxam.