Peace and Quiet... Closed

Did she... did Sadie just invite her to join a club?

Rorie opened her mouth in disbelief. Had her act of clumsiness not made Sadie feel awkward? She was extremely happy at that, seeing as it was the first person to invite her to do anything with them.

"I would love to join your club!" Rorie said happily, excited to finally meet someone she could consider a friend. Sadie was kind and brave and stuck up for things, and Rorie thought that was super cool. Inside her mind, she was doing a happy dance, and had to check to make sure that that too wasn't being done in reality as well like last time.

She looked at the slytherin, wondering if he would decline the invitation or also accept it. Then she looked to Sadie, her eyes seeming excited and hopeful.

Rorie bent down to tie the laces of her dirty white sneakers, undone from an unknown cause, then put her hand into her robe pocket, pulling out a tiny object, a porcelain lion. She held it tight in the palm of her hand. It was her good luck charm, and she wanted to let it know that it had given her exactly what she wished for, a friend.

Well... he HAD come to the library for some peace and quiet. But instead he got a short girl, one that ran around yelling about scrolls, some bullies, that weird sleepless kid from his dorm who belonged in St Mungo's ranting on his high horse, a Gryffindork, and... it continued. Certainly, standing up to bullies was somewhat admirable, but who was to say that the girl did not deserve it? Why couldn't she stand up for herself? Perhaps those obstacles were put in her way to teach her something valuable, and by stepping in yet another person had learned the untrue lesson that other people solve their problems. Life was not fair, and it was better to learn that early on, rather than rely on heroes to fix everything.

Letting out a small sigh of resignation at realizing he was not going to get any peace and quiet here, in the library, Xander shut his book closed and quietly returned it to the shelves, taking note of those who were milling around. Then, just as silently, returned to his desk where his Transfiguration homework had been hastily done - not up to his usual standard but with this noise going on around him, who could blame him. He grabbed the scroll and blew on it to settle the ink, before he rolled it up and placed it in one of the pockets of his robe.

He walked out of the library, wishing ever more keenly that he had the ability to cast the 'silencio' charm...