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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Little Lockhart? Treyen felt the need to call him Duncan, but refrained because he needed, needed, needed the book! It was like, Phineas life was in danger, and the book might be able to save him.

Well, maybe not that dramatic.

"Were you expecting someone else?" he asked, and almost almost chuckled. Fletch boy was eying him funny, and he could see his mind at work. He was thinking. Fletch boy was thinking.

Treyen didn't like that.

Oh, no! The book! He was keeping the book so Treyen wouldn't be able to take it away. Silly tall boys. One day the kid will be as tall as his father and they'll see. Maybe that day can come closer? Please?

He narrowed his eyes, "It's obvious you were first, but it's an emergency" and since Fletcher was only in the market for adquiring Nifflers, then there was no emergency there, was it? "I need it, Sir Fletcher" yeah, the little kid didn't like him at all, AT ALL! "The new Care of Magical Creatures Professor won't let me take care of Phineas if I don't find out a couple things first" seeeeeee, emergency!

"Hmm no, you'll work just fine," Fletcher smirked, his eyes grazing up and down little Lockhart's little frame. Wasn't he just cute. Like a miniature little human --- so what if he wasn't thaaat short --- he was still a kid.

So wait. Why did he need the book? "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down, kid." Fletcher actually reached out and patted him on the head. Heh. Hopefully he wouldn't get kicked for that one. "Who's Phineas? I mean, if there's an emergency shouldn't you be consulting like... a person... instead of a book?" Because obviously people were much quicker to get information from.

Mmmhmm. Was he giving him the book or not?

Actually, it was no real emergency, he just didn't know for how long Fletch boy over here was going to keep the book...probably a long time considering his vast knowledge on history.

He was almost tapping his foot on the floor, but the floor didn't deserve that.

His face, however, relaxed quite a bit. And he eyed the boy, "Okay..." he started to say, breathing in and out first, "...let me explain, it's not a real emergency for Phineas, my Niffler..." he nodded, "...he was my creature last term, the one Professor Lawson told us to take care of?" he sort of asked, in case Duncan forgot about it, "My words got me in trouble with the new Professor, and since I couldn't answer what was in Phineas special food, then she told me to find out if I ever wanted to see Phineas again" he sounded very shaken about that.

Poor Phineas! Losing the pretty little boy over here. Poor Niffler.

Treyen eyed the book, "I can't go to a person, because the only who'd know would be her" Professor Saylen. Treyen didn't like her either.

But...oooh....maybe their Head of House would know? He has a dog.

That meant like he couldn't read right? USE CLUES, CONRAD. Yeah, that's what it probably meant. She was going to ask but decided against it, she didn't want to sound even MORE stupid. The blonde watched as he kept looking at the book about the little mouse like things that could apparently find buried treasure? Well, wasn't THAT nifty."Well, I hope getting a niffler works out for you even though i DOUBT they will help you find buried treasure."Savannah said with a light shrug of her shoulders.

"It's cute though, really it is."Savvy said while smiling at him. She was being honest right there, it was cute. Any guy wanting a fuzzy animal was cute in her eyes. Now, if a guy wanted a pink pygmy puff, she would have been worried.

Fletcher? JUST Fletcher?

Savvy tilted her head to the side, a grin spreading on her face."JUST Fletcher, hmmm? You go by your last name or something?"She said, standing up and looking down at him."Cause I think Fletcher would be a rather bizarre first name."She said, looking at him. Whatever floated people's boat though. *shrug*

Savannah spun around to see a boy, probably a second year, now talking to Fletcher. What was she supposed to do during this ? Talk to the boy? Aha, that would probably be the best choice. Savvy waved to the younger boy, biting her lip as she didn't know what to say. What caught her by surprise was the SIR part. Giggle. What was so important about Fletcher other than his good looks?

"Sir, hmmm?"Grin.

Danika had to turn around, for she was being addressed. Oh, wasn't this boy sweet?

She smiled, "It is okay, young one" she said, with a nod and still hugging the book, "I vas meant to leave anyvay" she eyed Cedric and then the boy, she had to leave eventually, any time as good as the other.

It wasn't the boy's fault, he just happened to show up.

"You stay" because he'd been sweet enough to let her stay. That's how things worked.

And she continued walking away until she was out of sight.

"Thank you miss..." *Matty bowed to her again then looked down feeling rather stupid for just walking in on the two. He saw the book she had in her arms for a small second and perked up. He knew that book well, most didn't because it was in runes. H e was going to say something about it but she had already walked off. Another time then.*

Jason enters the Library and takes time choosing a book to read, he makes his decision on 'Dealing with Boggarts' and heads straight over to the reading section of the library.

Iris wandered into the library on her own. She was pretty bored and just wanted Classes to start already.

But while there was no classes going on, Iris figured that she'd go and get some books. See, she'd been thinking about this for a long time, three or four years maybe, and she'd spokent to her mum about it and everything.

So why not? Shuffling her feet against the floor as she walked down one of the isles, Iris read all the MANY MANY MANY titles of the books, looking for a book that would help het out.

Maybe after getting some of the school books out, Iris should go and visit Professor Kingsley. He'd be able to help her out, too.

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Mmmhmm. Was he giving him the book or not?

Actually, it was no real emergency, he just didn't know for how long Fletch boy over here was going to keep the book...probably a long time considering his vast knowledge on history.

He was almost tapping his foot on the floor, but the floor didn't deserve that.

His face, however, relaxed quite a bit. And he eyed the boy, "Okay..." he started to say, breathing in and out first, "...let me explain, it's not a real emergency for Phineas, my Niffler..." he nodded, "...he was my creature last term, the one Professor Lawson told us to take care of?" he sort of asked, in case Duncan forgot about it, "My words got me in trouble with the new Professor, and since I couldn't answer what was in Phineas special food, then she told me to find out if I ever wanted to see Phineas again" he sounded very shaken about that.

Poor Phineas! Losing the pretty little boy over here. Poor Niffler.

Treyen eyed the book, "I can't go to a person, because the only who'd know would be her" Professor Saylen. Treyen didn't like her either.

But...oooh....maybe their Head of House would know? He has a dog.

"Uhuhh....." Fletcher nodded, stroking his chin and the few hairs there thoughtfully as Treyen explained. "So... just so I have this straight.... you don't know what kind of food your niffler eats? And you've apparently been taking care of him for a whole year already?"

He tsk-tsked and held the book out toward Treyen for one second before swiftly jerking it upward and out of reach. "You really do need this book, doncha."

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Originally Posted by CaleyShoutCaley<3

That meant like he couldn't read right? USE CLUES, CONRAD. Yeah, that's what it probably meant. She was going to ask but decided against it, she didn't want to sound even MORE stupid. The blonde watched as he kept looking at the book about the little mouse like things that could apparently find buried treasure? Well, wasn't THAT nifty."Well, I hope getting a niffler works out for you even though i DOUBT they will help you find buried treasure."Savannah said with a light shrug of her shoulders.

"It's cute though, really it is."Savvy said while smiling at him. She was being honest right there, it was cute. Any guy wanting a fuzzy animal was cute in her eyes. Now, if a guy wanted a pink pygmy puff, she would have been worried.

Fletcher? JUST Fletcher?

Savvy tilted her head to the side, a grin spreading on her face."JUST Fletcher, hmmm? You go by your last name or something?"She said, standing up and looking down at him."Cause I think Fletcher would be a rather bizarre first name."She said, looking at him. Whatever floated people's boat though. *shrug*

Savannah spun around to see a boy, probably a second year, now talking to Fletcher. What was she supposed to do during this ? Talk to the boy? Aha, that would probably be the best choice. Savvy waved to the younger boy, biting her lip as she didn't know what to say. What caught her by surprise was the SIR part. Giggle. What was so important about Fletcher other than his good looks?

"Sir, hmmm?"Grin.

"They totally do find treasure though. Booty. Lots n lots of buried pirates booty. Right Treyen?" Fletcher looked from Savannah to the kid and nudged him slightly. If he wanted the book then he would obviously agree.

He wrinkled his nose slightly at the term 'cute' being applied to him. Why wasn't he being called 'handsome' or 'dashing' instead, eh?

"Yeah..... Fletcher's my last name....." he admitted slowly. "And Sir's my first name."

Wink. Surely even Blondie there wouldn't believe that one.

Jenny walked into the library, amazed by the sight in front of her. So many books all in one place...and she thought Flourish & Blotts had a lot of books! After walking around and looking through several books, she finally picked out a small book on Ancient Runes and walked over to sit near the stained glass windows.

"Owls," Eirian muttered. Lovely. She hated the feathery menaces. They were ugly and stupid and hated her almost as much as they had hated Jayce. This thing was probably going to hate her, anyway. And... girl? Oh gosh... this was going to get messy, wasn't it? Oh, frolicking fiddlesticks. She hated girls. She hated it when girls were involved. It never ended well. The last time that had happened with Jayce, Trixie entered her miserable life. Who was it going to be this time? Pandora? "Go on," she muttered, face already deadpanned as she set herself up for the disappointment. Here it was... she'd have to disown her best friend. At least she had Thiago. "Shoot." Me.

Treyen waved. And looked rather confused at the 'Sir' part.

Ummm, yeah, he'd said 'Sir', what didn't she understand? "Yes....Sir" he nodded, and eyed curiously at the girl.

Oi! Gimme the book! Why all these questions?!

Treyen was getting annoyed, and then he looked rather hurt, "No, it's not like that, Professor Lawson was the one who prepared the food for the creatures..." he started to explain again, like, really, why did he care? "...I never asked what was in it, I trusted her" now, not so much, because what if she messed up? Well, the Niffler seemed to be alive, so maybe she didn't mess up, "I gave him treats" like those you give the dogs, not the ones you give an owl, just in case.

Oooooh. He was mean.

Arms crossed across his chest, Treyen didn't look amused by the current height in which the book was being held. Mean Duncan.

"I do, I need it...but it'll be real quick, you can have it after" actually, he should go and complain to the Librarian, because there shouldn't be just the one copy of this book.

Huh? Treasures? "Well, they pick everything that's metallic and shiny, not only treasures, but keys and money too" like he didn't know that. Treyen, of course, nodded, because treasures were included.

The boy then tilted his head and fought the urge to laugh. Treyen knew his real first name. Haha. He was almost going to say which one was that, but then remembered the book. Sigh. If he said 'Duncan', then the book won't be seen by Treyen until Fletcher left Hogwarts.

Why was she here? She hated the library, it was just too booky! Too many books for her liking and yet she found herself here, looking through the shelves for a book. Not knowing what. At least Vanessa would love to hear she had at least stepped into the place, she was always going on about how she no longer liked to read when she used to all the time. Blah Blah Blah. Sigh.

She really wasn't in the mood for much chit chat - where was Lukas when she needed him? - and she when she came to a part of the bookshelve's walkway where someone stood looking for a book she acted very rude. Guess the detention didn't help much.

"Move" She said looking at the girl. "Please" She added stiffly looking away.

Jayce chuckled. "Yes an owl. I was just as surprised as you were. But my mom needed a new one. She's going to have to put her new one down soon." he frowned. He didn't like birds, but he still felt bad about it. "Yeah. The girl helped me pick out the owl. She knew lots about owls and well, this one actually didn't try to kill me. I was shocked." he grinned. Ah, Mia. She was so nice. "Errr.. I need girl advice. I've been hearing somethings about Trixie and someone else.. but i don't know what to believe.. and then.. then i met this.. this girl. And i don't know what to do about everything. I really like this girl. And i really like Trixie.. so.. advice?"

Eirian has offered to buy Jay an owl... but he had declined. And some girl helped him pick out a nice one without even being awarded a name in this conversation? Ouch. "I warned you," Eirian snapped, crossing her arms. Had she not? Over the summer she had told him, and he yelled at her. Maybe that bloody girl told him, too. "Find proof. Dump her. Get with this other girl. I do not care. It is not my business." This was the area of Jay's life she wouldn't dabble in. His romance... Urgh. How many girls was he capable of liking? If he was like that with his partners in love, he could easily be the same with his partners in crime. And then where would she be? Certainly not buying bloody owls for him. No, she'd be with Thiago, having a fun, movie-free, Woody and Jessie jamboree. HA.

Iris looked up from the bookshelf as she heard a girl ask her to move. The Prefect looked at her, expecting to see someone about her age. But no, Iris looked downwards to a Second Year.

SMIRK.

What got this girl's knickers in a twist? "Ask me to move politely and I might." She said, holding the book that she'd been looking for.

Jayce watched the brunette, waiting for her to ask about this girl. She usually asked that kind of thing.. Well, she wanted to know his buisness. Hmph. For some reason, she didn't this time.. Huh. How odd. "Oh relax. You've always disliked her. Plus, i don't think we were talking about the same people. The rumors i've been hearing are not about some Hogwarts boy." he frowned, confused at how quickly she had told him to dump Trixie. Wow. She really didn't like her. Sigh. "I don't even know if it's true.. If i hear more.. I'll go to her, and ask her. But as for right now, this other person will wait."

"With good reason," Eirian stated, as she had many, many times before. And now, here it was. Her justification... amongst many others she had. "If it is true, then you are going to break up with her. That is not something anyone should do." Cheating... There were a lot of "immoral" things that Eirian did, but she would never cheat on Thiago... or anyone, if she had anyone else. "It cannot be a Beauxbatons boy... They are sissies." Merlin, she hated Beauxbatons. "Then it would be a Durmstrang student?" She'd look into it... For Jayce. Even if she was vaguely mad at him. Then maybe he'd think twice about owl-cheating on her.

Jayce frowned. Gahhh. Why'd they have to talk about this? "Well, give me five good reasons as to why you hate her." Grrr. He hated talking about this but for some reason, every time he talked with Eirian it always managed to come up. >.<

Errr.. "Well yeah.. but... nevermind." Damn. He'd promised Hayley he wouldn't tell anyone about that kiss they shared. So.. that meant he couldn't tell Eiri either.. Jay hasn't been a very good boy either. Sigh. Now Eirian was going on about the other students. Merlin. "C'mon Eirian. Have you met the Beauxbatons boys? I haven't.. i haven't met a whole lot of students, but i don't call them names." he frowned. Geez. Where was all of this sensitivity coming from? "It might be Durmstrang. I think that's what i heard..." he shrugged uncertainly.

"I gave you three when you asked," Eirian muttered. "Now you ask for five? You complain about talking about this, but you cannot leave it alone!" There he was, always making problems. It wasn't her fault she felt how she felt, but he always managed to get them talking about it. "I do not know what is wrong with you, but you changed, and I do not like it. Send me a letter when Jayce comes back. A letter from your new bloody owl." Eirian turned away, trying to fight the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes. Grasping at the paperclip necklace Jay had made her for her birthday, she undid one and fastened it back together, turning to hand it to Jayce.

"I do not want it," she muttered. "I... I will see you around." And then, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the library. She'd find Trixie and that Durmstrang, even if it killed her. Or... or maybe she'd just stick to Thiago. He had never abandoned her... never changed.

"See you, Danika" was what he had told the girl. Dumbfounded, Cedric watched Danika as she walk away, and purposely followed her with his gaze. He recalled what she had told him. She'd said he had good eyes. That could meant something. And he still felt the moist of her kiss in his cheek. That could meant something as well. She was a sweet, fine young lady. And the kiss itself was sweet... or more of a fire for it melt the coldness within him.

He didn't subdue watching her until she was completely out of sight. He gotta see her again. Next time. And with the very thought of him hanging out with Danika more, a genuine smile met his lips. He was, then again, enthralled by the Durmstrang champion.

Running a hand through his curly dark brown hair, he cocked his head and eyed the boy with certain fondness.

He then ruffled the boy's hair, and asked, "What can I help you, kiddo?"

*Matty watched the girl go too and looked down feeling horrid. He was expecting the prefect to make him write lines or something. But was shocked at his friendliness.*
"M-My uncle wanted me to give you this..." *Matty pulled out an envelope and handed it to Cedric.*
"He is getting married and has asked that you come as one of his h-honored guests..."

Older student's, preferly Prefects annoyed her. With their boring rules and such, gah such a killer! Enya ignored the girl's sentence and stared at the book the older girl was holding. Joy! Books. She eyed it. Boring,annoying, stupid book! Sigh.

Looking back up at the Prefect she crossed her arms and leant on one of her legs. Perfect. She eye'd the girl, "What if i don't want to use manners?" She asked smirking. This could be good, she loved annoying Prefects.

Iris looked at the girl as she answered and laughed. She didn't MEAN to laugh... But she just did. "I'd have thought it were obvious. You don't ask for me to move politely; I don't move. Simple as." Iris ruffled the little girls hair and nodded lightly, folding her arms.

This kid was what, a second year? Third year tops.

Pfft. She was NOT this cheeky when she was a midget.

"Now... what's so important behind me that you have to be rude in asking me to move from your way?" She asked the girl politely.

Did she just ruffle her hair!? No one EVER did that - well minuse Vanessa but she aloud her to do tha - but never anyone here a Hogwarts. Glare. Enya stepped back and folded her arm's across her body. Glare even more. But before the hair ruffle they Prefect had laughed! At her!? How RUDE! Enya decided not to answer the older girls sentence.

Sigh. Enya looked around the girl's arm as she was too short to look over the girl's shoulder. Damn. She refused to look at the girl properly, instead she quickly tried thinking up a answer. "I dunno...books maybe" She said sarcaticly finally looking at the older girl. She blamed the whole being-in-the-library-looking-for-a-book on Vanessa.

Iris looked at the girl as she answered her. Well duh, books. It's a library. Looking at the girl, Iris rolled her eyes. "Of course, books. How silly of me to have not thought of that." Hehehehe. C'mon kid. Make up a better excuse.

She really wasn't going to get a polite "excuse me" out of this kid, was she?

...

May as well just leeeave. She had the book SHE wanted, anyway.