Looking for books
Gael entered the library, it's bookshelves as tall as can see. He tightens his green tie and wonders why he's even here. He entered in thinking about Potions again, but at the back of his mind he thinks to himself whilst still clutching on to his Potions book "Maybe I should... take a break? From all the potions?"
He sighs quietly to himself. "Yeah... let's see what's here."
He walks up and down the library, scouring the shelves for something to take his mind off of potions for once. He finds a hand-made leather bound book and takes it out of it's shelf. It's title truly pops out at him as being... very controversial, the title is "MUGGLES: A PLAGUE ON THIS EARTH". Sounds like a book that can most certainly get his mind off of potions.
He finds a seat and opens the first page, his eyes move slowly down each line. By the end of just the first paragraph. Gael slowly closes the book, he grunts as he leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling and he merely thinks to himself... "What the actual hell did I just read?"
It was truly a conspiracy theorists dream world where everything was all some conspiracy originating from the old Muggle American President, Ronald Reagan. Talking madly about the owls being replaced by electric drones and all sorts of nonsense. It truly is a wonder how a book like this managed to find its way into the Hogwarts Library, this book was very mind-numbing for Gael.
Surely, he thought to himself, there has to be something more... logically stimulating than this.
He sighs quietly to himself. "Yeah... let's see what's here."
He walks up and down the library, scouring the shelves for something to take his mind off of potions for once. He finds a hand-made leather bound book and takes it out of it's shelf. It's title truly pops out at him as being... very controversial, the title is "MUGGLES: A PLAGUE ON THIS EARTH". Sounds like a book that can most certainly get his mind off of potions.
He finds a seat and opens the first page, his eyes move slowly down each line. By the end of just the first paragraph. Gael slowly closes the book, he grunts as he leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling and he merely thinks to himself... "What the actual hell did I just read?"
It was truly a conspiracy theorists dream world where everything was all some conspiracy originating from the old Muggle American President, Ronald Reagan. Talking madly about the owls being replaced by electric drones and all sorts of nonsense. It truly is a wonder how a book like this managed to find its way into the Hogwarts Library, this book was very mind-numbing for Gael.
Surely, he thought to himself, there has to be something more... logically stimulating than this.
Looking for books
@Gael Drake
That day Rose was sitting in an empty corner near a window in the library. She was indeed often coming here as her nook. And she needed to come there: it was quiet and she could refill her energy.
When she came to the library that day she has brought her notebook alongside one of her school book she was impatient to start reading A History of Magic. But she remembered she hasn't finished her drawing yet so she decided to go on first with that matters before starting to read.
However, Rose wasn't able to concentrate well on her drawing since she was thinking about the book. She wanted to read it as soon as possible! She sighed, looked at her drawing which was soon done. She wished
Noises came to her ears, bringing her to reality. Without realising Rose ended up falling asleep on her notebook. She slowly opened her eyes curious about the source of this noise. She saw a dark auburn haired boy sitting one chair away from her looking up at the ceiling with a book closed in front of him. The book looked quite big and old and she wondered which one it could be.
But she got even more curious about that boy whose attention was up to the ceiling. She slightly smiled to herself thinking that this young boy -probably a first year like her- wasn't used at all to go and read in a library. It seemed as if he randomly picked up a book which made Rose smile even more while still looking at his figure. She wondered what was that old looking book maybe not as interesting as it might have seen.
Why doesn't he try looking for another one...?, she thought to herself.
Or maybe I could go up to him and offer him helping finding an interesting book?!
Why not just go and recommend some books I know?
Even lending him this one A History of Magic...
As her mind filled up with many thoughts and got lost in it. Her gaze -without her realising and minding it- was still on him.
That day Rose was sitting in an empty corner near a window in the library. She was indeed often coming here as her nook. And she needed to come there: it was quiet and she could refill her energy.
When she came to the library that day she has brought her notebook alongside one of her school book she was impatient to start reading A History of Magic. But she remembered she hasn't finished her drawing yet so she decided to go on first with that matters before starting to read.
However, Rose wasn't able to concentrate well on her drawing since she was thinking about the book. She wanted to read it as soon as possible! She sighed, looked at her drawing which was soon done. She wished
Noises came to her ears, bringing her to reality. Without realising Rose ended up falling asleep on her notebook. She slowly opened her eyes curious about the source of this noise. She saw a dark auburn haired boy sitting one chair away from her looking up at the ceiling with a book closed in front of him. The book looked quite big and old and she wondered which one it could be.
But she got even more curious about that boy whose attention was up to the ceiling. She slightly smiled to herself thinking that this young boy -probably a first year like her- wasn't used at all to go and read in a library. It seemed as if he randomly picked up a book which made Rose smile even more while still looking at his figure. She wondered what was that old looking book maybe not as interesting as it might have seen.
Why doesn't he try looking for another one...?, she thought to herself.
Or maybe I could go up to him and offer him helping finding an interesting book?!
Why not just go and recommend some books I know?
Even lending him this one A History of Magic...
As her mind filled up with many thoughts and got lost in it. Her gaze -without her realising and minding it- was still on him.
“She looked towards the dark, starry sky wishing she could drown in its vastness, the way one drifts in the deep, endless ocean.”