Who could it be?
@Giselle De Angelis
Ira was going through a crisis. Yes doing homework IS a crisis for her. She was rampaging through whatever books she could find for doing her homework on "DANCING FEET SPELLS" from charms class. She could hardly get the pronunciation and wand movement correct in class and now she is all alone doing her homework. What about her friends you ask? Well of course they have done their homeworks on time. Our 'princess' procrastinated till the last minute to complete her work.
"Why do we even have to write theory when we can simply learn the incantation?!" she exclaimed in frustration as she hurried through the shelves unable to find a suitable book. There were quite a lot of books explaining the charm, Ira just couldnt understand what they were talking about. She has sort of an 'allergic' reaction to long explanations and detailed theory.
The library was filled with the smell of old parchment papers, candles, old books, dusty covers and gave off dark melancholic vibes, almost like an unexplained nostalgia. The atmosphere was eery yet calm and serene. She half expected to encounter a Hogwartts ghost from nowhere. The silence was loud in the library. Ira could feel the cold winds gently tap her face and arms when she stood closer to the window, the weather was cloudy and a gloomy yet comfortable atmosphere prevailed around Hogwarts.
Ira was trying to write down a few notes from both a reference book and textbook when she heard something
After a while she heard them again. She listened to it closely figuring that the sound might be from behind a few book shelves from her, as if someone was turning pages of a boom. It was almost dinner time. The darkness and eery atmosphere added to the strange sudden echo of the pages turning and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Ira had thought that she was alone in the library but it might not be the case now. The sound continued to echo across the room. A midst of huge shelves and bulky books, Ira couldnt see the source of the sound.
"Could it be-?" Ira said in her head getting up frok her seat, "Calm down Ira, I am a Gryffindor...I must be brave, maybe its another student or a silly prank by a ghost-?"
She drew her wand and sneakily walked past the book shelves one by one, tip toe-ing as the sound grew closer and closer. Ira always expected the unexpected. She looks out for adventures even when things are apparently simple. Deep down she craves for risks and valiance. To her disappointment though, it was just another girl.
Ira lowered her wand. She noticed the girl wore a blue tie that of a Ravenclaw. An idea occurred to her.
"What great timing! I was just trying to figure out my homework lesson and now I get to meet a Ravenclaw! This is divine intervention. Oh lord yes!! Ravenclaws are geniuses, I am sure she will help me out." Ira thought as she walked towards the girl with a smile on her face and enthusiasm brimming from head to toe.
"Hello! I am Ira Ray, first year Gryffindor. I was trying to do my homework when I heard turning of some pages. I almost thought it was ghost! Haha, anyways what is your name and what are you studying?"
Ira was going through a crisis. Yes doing homework IS a crisis for her. She was rampaging through whatever books she could find for doing her homework on "DANCING FEET SPELLS" from charms class. She could hardly get the pronunciation and wand movement correct in class and now she is all alone doing her homework. What about her friends you ask? Well of course they have done their homeworks on time. Our 'princess' procrastinated till the last minute to complete her work.
"Why do we even have to write theory when we can simply learn the incantation?!" she exclaimed in frustration as she hurried through the shelves unable to find a suitable book. There were quite a lot of books explaining the charm, Ira just couldnt understand what they were talking about. She has sort of an 'allergic' reaction to long explanations and detailed theory.
The library was filled with the smell of old parchment papers, candles, old books, dusty covers and gave off dark melancholic vibes, almost like an unexplained nostalgia. The atmosphere was eery yet calm and serene. She half expected to encounter a Hogwartts ghost from nowhere. The silence was loud in the library. Ira could feel the cold winds gently tap her face and arms when she stood closer to the window, the weather was cloudy and a gloomy yet comfortable atmosphere prevailed around Hogwarts.
Ira was trying to write down a few notes from both a reference book and textbook when she heard something
After a while she heard them again. She listened to it closely figuring that the sound might be from behind a few book shelves from her, as if someone was turning pages of a boom. It was almost dinner time. The darkness and eery atmosphere added to the strange sudden echo of the pages turning and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Ira had thought that she was alone in the library but it might not be the case now. The sound continued to echo across the room. A midst of huge shelves and bulky books, Ira couldnt see the source of the sound.
"Could it be-?" Ira said in her head getting up frok her seat, "Calm down Ira, I am a Gryffindor...I must be brave, maybe its another student or a silly prank by a ghost-?"
She drew her wand and sneakily walked past the book shelves one by one, tip toe-ing as the sound grew closer and closer. Ira always expected the unexpected. She looks out for adventures even when things are apparently simple. Deep down she craves for risks and valiance. To her disappointment though, it was just another girl.
Ira lowered her wand. She noticed the girl wore a blue tie that of a Ravenclaw. An idea occurred to her.
"What great timing! I was just trying to figure out my homework lesson and now I get to meet a Ravenclaw! This is divine intervention. Oh lord yes!! Ravenclaws are geniuses, I am sure she will help me out." Ira thought as she walked towards the girl with a smile on her face and enthusiasm brimming from head to toe.
"Hello! I am Ira Ray, first year Gryffindor. I was trying to do my homework when I heard turning of some pages. I almost thought it was ghost! Haha, anyways what is your name and what are you studying?"
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oct/14/25 | english italian vietnamese | @Ira Ray
The library was Giselle's sanctuary, literally. She just loved quiet places where she could do what she loved the most: reading. It was the only activity she knew that didn't require actual social interactions. Everyone knew that if Giselleโor anyone else actuallyโhad her nose in her book, she was occupied. It was as if a "Do Not Disturb" sticker was glued on her face. But honestly, book or not, she always tried to avoid social interactions. That was another thing everyone knew, she was the shyest person on earth... Or in Hogwarts, at least. Lucky her, the library was quiet most of the time and most people just minded their business, that's why it was her place more than her own dormitory.
Talking about her dorm, that was the place from which sher had escaped. There was nothing wrong with her dormmates or the place in itself, it was just way too noisy for her. And in now way she was going to complain, so leaving was the best (and only) option. It was the only thing she knew how to do, anyway. So she walked, walked and walked until she reached the library's doors, book in her hands.
Giselle found an empty table near one of the windows. The weather in october was super cozy; sunny, cool but not too much... Just fun, comfortable. She would've took a walk for sure, but her book was already open and ready to be read. And it wasn't like she didn't want to read, it was from far one of her favourite activities! So that's what she did, her eyes landed on the first page and she started to feel the words, in some way. Nothing could stop her now, she was way too concentrater for that to happen.
Unfortunately, she was wrong. She would've thought that her facial expressions, her postition or literally anything would've stopped people from trying to talk to her but no, people weren't like they thought they were. By people, she meant the one girl that decided to sit next to her and to talk to her.
Who is that? She tought, as she looked at the girl. Brown hair, caramel like skin, dark eyes... Do I know her? Probably not, Giselle wasn't the most sociable person on earth and even though she liked to look at people, she barely listened to what they said, except if they talked to her. It was the case this time: the brunette started introduced herself to the Ravenclaw. First year, Gryffindor, Ira Ray... Giselle had no idea of who she could be, which actually made sens; she'd only been at Hogwarts for six weeks and barely talked to anyone, naturally, there was no chance that she knew who this girl was. But for some reason, the strangerโwell, not so stranger anymoreโaborded her and she had no idea of what to do.
For some reason, that Ira girl wanted to know what she was studying and who she was. Tricky question, she wasn't studying and was bad at social interactions! But anyways, she had to answer. She was polite and had to prove it. "I... uh... Giselle, Ravenclaw? 'was just reading my b-book..." She stuttered with a strong italian accent, which actually made no sense: she left Italy years ago and knew how to talk with an english or scottish "normal" accent. "Oh, cielo..." Oh my...
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Who could it be?
Ira had always befriended people. Any people. Starting from strangers to friends and even her enemies cannot deny that she has the charm. She always felt sorry for the lonesome or quiet lads. She has an 'elder sister' mode, partly on because her brother is one of those quiet kinds and partly because her best friend is also the same. So it is her duty to make sure these people get to enjoy life. Looking at the lonely secluded Ravenclaw girl, Ira sort of felt she gave off the same vibes. Apart from which she hates with all her guts, she wanted to help her. Ira just doesn't know that all quiet people aren't lonely, she just wants to cheer them up no matter what.
She took a seat beside her voluntarily, tucked her wand back inside her pocket and said,"Giselle....hmm...thats a nice name! But its too big, I will call you Elle from now on. I hope you dont mind."
"What book are you reading? What is it about? Is it something interesting or some boring textbook?" she asked, trying to peek in her book and try to recall if she had seen the cover somewhere before. She always had a knack for being curious about completely unrelated and irrelevant stuff. New information? Hell yes! From syllabus? Hell no!
"Oh I just need a tiny bit of a help from you. Of course if you dont mind! Haha... you see first year can be so hard. I mean I get it you are first year too but you are a Ravenclaw! Look at you geniuses, of course you all score the highest! Wouldn't you want to help this dumb Gryffindor for a second?" The art of buttering. Ira knows that so well. She is the master at it for she is most favored at her home and knowing how much her grandfather and father spoil her, you shouldn't expect anything less. Ira would butter them up for anything she wants and boom! She will get it. Although such tricks never worked for her mother. Thats why we are here. Her mother tried her level best to make this stupid girl learn a few spells but she was too busy researching about quidditch and didnt read a thing seriously.
"Oh and did you know, my father was a Ravenclaw as well! You should come see him, he will be so proud of me to see that I have a friend from Ravenclaw! OMG I cant wait to owl him!!" she said giggling and kicking her feet as she definitely didnt care if anybody were minding her loud voice or enthusiastic nature. Probably she thought everyone loves the frolicking frivolous type of people like her, although her father, mother and brother are of quiet, gentle, type, she didnt inherit that family trait. She was too busy playing and enjoying life to realise that quiet didnt mean lonely.
@Giselle De Angelis
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Who could it be?
Lilly had decided to go to the library in the hour before dinner.She had always loved the books, and the old smell comforted her in ways that nothing and no one else could. It had taken her longer to get there than usual though; the staircases had decided they were going to be very unhelpful, and had changed direction with her on it. It had delayed her by half an hour and she very much needed to get her homework done. It was due for tomorrow and was going to take at least another forty minutes to finish writing it.Mentions: @Ira Ray @Giselle De Angelis
Finally arriving at the door, Lilly breathed a sigh of release when she realised that there werenโt that many people. There were two girls at the table near the windows. They looked up at her as she walked in. She smiled at them before going behind the bookshelves, scanning over the titles for anything that could help her. Her eyes dragged across the books, her brain exhausted from the dayโs lessons. She looked at her watch, panic flooding her as she saw she only had ten minutes until dinner. Then the same old procrastination that could theoretically be called a savoir came and convinced her that she would have time to do it tomorrow morning.
She glanced back at the girls through the bookshelf. She hesitated before beginning to move towards them. Lilly smiled, approaching them. โYou guys wouldnโt happen to know how to find certain books would you? Iโve got homework due tomorrow and havenโt started yet.โ
~you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love~