curfew? i don't know her pv Closed

@River Dewlight

the hogwart's library was more magnificent than anything enoch could've dreamt up. with seemingly endless rows of books and a peculiar scent of wizened parchment paper, it was reminiscent of the library back at the frostkeep estate. a pang deep within his soul was felt at the resemblance, perhaps the only time he felt homesick since he boarded the hogwarts express. the feeling was quickly dismissed, replaced by a feeling of wonder and a yearning for knowledge.

if it was up to enoch, he would spend sunrise to sundown in the magnificent room, reading up on everything from magizoology to hexes. the first evening he spent in the library was a welcomed solace from the crowded corridors and deafening chatter of the great hall. the blissful silence of the library gave him time to mull over his classwork and daydream until he was forced to return to reality.

tonight, enoch had found himself a particularly interesting book. the words first love, first loss were written in eloquent lettering, distinguishing itself from the rather drab and ancient books that sat with a layer of dust on their covers. intrigued, the boy climbed the steps of the ladder that leaned against the bookcase and tugged the book from its spot. his nose crinkled in disgust at the description written on the back of the book. a romance novel? merlin, who the hell would read this? enoch thought with a grimace, reaching up to put the book back in its spot. glancing to the end of the bookshelf to make sure no one was around, the slytherin had a change of heart and tucked the book under his arm as he descended the ladder. heh, i'll give it a read just so i can see how terrible it is. he mused, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he hadn't left the book for some other sap to read. still ashamed of his choice in literature, enoch hid the book in his cloak to avoid the gazes of his schoolmates. since it was nearly eight, there would hardly be any time to finish the book before curfew hit. the slytherin first year made his way to the librarian's desk and retrieved the book, clearing his throat that threatened to crack with embarrassment, "just one book to check out tonight. i'll bring it back in the morning."

enoch returned to his cozy spot towards the back of the room where a worn, yet comfortable, victorian chair sat. the slytherin boy kicked his feet up on the stool and leaned back in the chair, his chin propped up arm as he read the first page of the book. as time passed, enoch hardly noticed how empty the library had become and the low lighting as lanterns were snuffed out. engrossed in the pages of the book he was so quick to dismiss at first glance, the boy found himself in the middle of the book when he looked up at the clock. a curse slipped past his lips as he marked his place in the book and leapt to his feet, it's almost curfew! i'll be lucky if i can make it back to the common room. enoch quickly gathered his homework, his quill pen, and the book into his satchel as he snuck out of the library, hoping to make as little noise as possible.

whatever hopes he had about making it back to the slytherin boy's dormitory before curfew had been dashed the moment he stood at the bottom of a staircase he wandered over to, believing it to be the way to the dungeons. instead, enoch found himself in what seemed like a maze of corridors and a tangle of staircases that mimicked an illusion painting he once saw in a gallery. the boy hugged his satchel close to his chest as he continued on his way, hoping that the dungeons weren't too far away. after a few minutes of fruitless searching, enoch found himself in the exact corridor he had been in just a moment prior. gritting his teeth together in frustration and thumbing the fabric of his cloak's sleeve nervously, the boy turned sharply on his heel. in the dimly lit corridor, enoch collided with another person...or what he hoped was another person. the collision sent the slytherin tumbling backwards, his backend scuffing the cold stone flooring. grimacing, enoch stood to his feet and brushed the dust from his cloak, ready to scold whomever he bumped into, even though it was almost entirely his fault. "hey! it's considered rude to sneak up on someone like that-" his hushed voice hissed at the person shrouded in darkness.

upon realizing he had bumped into a ravenclaw student who probably hadn't realized he was there as well, enoch extended a hand to the girl to help her up. relief washed over him as he recognized the young girl as a second year ravenclaw he had seen passing through the halls during his first day at Hogwarts. the slytherin's scowl as replaced with the crooked, mischievous grin of a shark, "sorry for bumpin' into ya like that, i didn't realize you were behind me. looks like we're in the same situation, eh? the name's enoch weiss. what's yours?" the slytherin inquired, kicking the romance novel which had fallen out of his satchel behind him and out of the ravenclaw's sight.