15 Mar 2020, 20:50
Another Study of Pity
When she arrived, Frieda, to her pleasant surprise, found the library nearly empty. A brief scan of the room showed that the only occupants were the librarian and a couple of students lingering near the exit. Frieda made her way over to the front desk, quietly pleased that she didn't have to worry about finding an unoccupied table to study from. After dropping off a book, she nodded at the librarian and walked over to a table near the far wall.
Halfway over she adjusted her satchel so she could peer into it, recounting its contents. She had all she needed for her study session: her ink and quill, a pen and pencil, parchment, a thick notebook, two school books, and a story book about blood-thirsty vampires. It would be her ninth time reading it, but definitely not the last.
Soon she was seated by the window, empty the contents of her satchel. After noticing a bit of jelly on the side she made sure to keep the bag away from her clothes; besides being somewhat overly concerned about how clean she was, Frieda didn't want to ruin the new clothes that her parents just bought her. They'd sent them randomly during the semester and although she had been grateful Frieda felt like they'd been a little over the top; a round neck, olive green knit sweater with lantern sleeves paired embroidered with golden figures she swore were snakes, paired with a pair of dark blue jeans, and brown boots. Along with her red hair Frieda felt like she was dressed for a Christmas dinner but honestly she had only 'dressed up' because she wanted to prove to her brothers that she had at least worn the outfit once. Even though she hated wearing anything fancy or that made her stand out, she still wanted to please her parents, just to get that nagging feeling out of her.
Eventually she got down to studying, spreading her notes and materials around an organized manner. The classes she had chosen to focus on were Charms and Potions, her two favorite classes so far. It was something about the importance of precision and diligence in the subjects. Frieda liked the fact that all she had to remember was to make the correct gestures and measures. Now that she thought of it, though, it was possibly like this for all classes, just in different ways. But she personally cared more for learning charms, hexes, and jinxes, and for concocting her own potions for future uses; she could be both creative and precise.
After forty minutes she took a break. Frieda picked up her story book and studied the cover: it had a picture of a hoard of vampires coming over a mountain range like a tidal wave towards a metropolis full of oblivious people, people who were obviously muggles. Frieda sniffed, knowing that wizards would never allow themselves to be that clueless or unprotected on danger. They had far too many spells and tricks up their sleeves to let thing like this happen, get devoured by thousands upon thousands of vampires in minutes.
But the book was not based on this world, where magic existed. The vampires were actually here before humans but they'd been trapped underneath the earth for a millennium until an unfortunate group of scientists had let them out, getting themselves killed in the process. The unknowingly unleashed demons from literal hell upon their species in which almost no one had been prepared for. But regardless of the fact that Frieda had a think for horror book such as this, she actually liked trying to step into the shoes of muggles. Her family could careless for them, the 'lesser' beings, but Frieda secretly admired them. Actually, after studying them for sometime, Frieda began to realize that they were really praiseworthy; wizards took their magic for granted and got things so easily while muggles had to work hard for what they wanted, as in everything.
Frieda read a few chapters of her book before going back to her studies. She had been left at a cliffhanger, in which the protagonist had stepped into a mammoth cave full of vampires hanging from every part of the ceiling, even on the stalactites, in which someone had opened their mouth to scream. With a shiver, Frieda wondered what she would've done in that situation. Even if she had enough time to pull out her wand, and if her companions did, too, what spell could possibly wipe out, or at the very least immobilize, thousands of vampires in an instant?
Well, she could figure that out by learning more spells, of course. Her eyes wandered up to the many shelves of the library, realizing that somewhere in the maze of books there could be spells left forgotten but ever so valuable in times of danger. Sometime during the weekend, when she was free for a good amount of hours, Frieda would scour the library for these tomes; it wasn't necessarily the power that she'd possibly gain that drew her but the idea of being one step ahead of anyone else, the pride.
Halfway over she adjusted her satchel so she could peer into it, recounting its contents. She had all she needed for her study session: her ink and quill, a pen and pencil, parchment, a thick notebook, two school books, and a story book about blood-thirsty vampires. It would be her ninth time reading it, but definitely not the last.
Soon she was seated by the window, empty the contents of her satchel. After noticing a bit of jelly on the side she made sure to keep the bag away from her clothes; besides being somewhat overly concerned about how clean she was, Frieda didn't want to ruin the new clothes that her parents just bought her. They'd sent them randomly during the semester and although she had been grateful Frieda felt like they'd been a little over the top; a round neck, olive green knit sweater with lantern sleeves paired embroidered with golden figures she swore were snakes, paired with a pair of dark blue jeans, and brown boots. Along with her red hair Frieda felt like she was dressed for a Christmas dinner but honestly she had only 'dressed up' because she wanted to prove to her brothers that she had at least worn the outfit once. Even though she hated wearing anything fancy or that made her stand out, she still wanted to please her parents, just to get that nagging feeling out of her.
Eventually she got down to studying, spreading her notes and materials around an organized manner. The classes she had chosen to focus on were Charms and Potions, her two favorite classes so far. It was something about the importance of precision and diligence in the subjects. Frieda liked the fact that all she had to remember was to make the correct gestures and measures. Now that she thought of it, though, it was possibly like this for all classes, just in different ways. But she personally cared more for learning charms, hexes, and jinxes, and for concocting her own potions for future uses; she could be both creative and precise.
After forty minutes she took a break. Frieda picked up her story book and studied the cover: it had a picture of a hoard of vampires coming over a mountain range like a tidal wave towards a metropolis full of oblivious people, people who were obviously muggles. Frieda sniffed, knowing that wizards would never allow themselves to be that clueless or unprotected on danger. They had far too many spells and tricks up their sleeves to let thing like this happen, get devoured by thousands upon thousands of vampires in minutes.
But the book was not based on this world, where magic existed. The vampires were actually here before humans but they'd been trapped underneath the earth for a millennium until an unfortunate group of scientists had let them out, getting themselves killed in the process. The unknowingly unleashed demons from literal hell upon their species in which almost no one had been prepared for. But regardless of the fact that Frieda had a think for horror book such as this, she actually liked trying to step into the shoes of muggles. Her family could careless for them, the 'lesser' beings, but Frieda secretly admired them. Actually, after studying them for sometime, Frieda began to realize that they were really praiseworthy; wizards took their magic for granted and got things so easily while muggles had to work hard for what they wanted, as in everything.
Frieda read a few chapters of her book before going back to her studies. She had been left at a cliffhanger, in which the protagonist had stepped into a mammoth cave full of vampires hanging from every part of the ceiling, even on the stalactites, in which someone had opened their mouth to scream. With a shiver, Frieda wondered what she would've done in that situation. Even if she had enough time to pull out her wand, and if her companions did, too, what spell could possibly wipe out, or at the very least immobilize, thousands of vampires in an instant?
Well, she could figure that out by learning more spells, of course. Her eyes wandered up to the many shelves of the library, realizing that somewhere in the maze of books there could be spells left forgotten but ever so valuable in times of danger. Sometime during the weekend, when she was free for a good amount of hours, Frieda would scour the library for these tomes; it wasn't necessarily the power that she'd possibly gain that drew her but the idea of being one step ahead of anyone else, the pride.