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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 18, 2006 21:54:55 GMT
Lisa closed the book with a loud thud, ignoring the reprimanding look the librarian sent her way. Every book that lay scattered around the table focused on Harry Potter and she still hadn't learned anything new.
The history of magic lecture had made her think. The problems of Erich Aubry were too above her, she knew, but it had brought back her old queries about The Great Harry Potter. She had always been somewhat of a mindless fan, though she'd never admit it to anyone.
She normally wasn't a suspicious character, but every book seemed to lack any definite answers about the-boy-who-lived and she was steadily growing more and more annoyed. She remembered vaguely the hat stating not many knew of the event, though couldn't bring herself to care. She was stubborn, and she kept searching, deep inside knowing she wasn't going to find anything.
"Harry Potter, one of the greatest Quidditch players of all time," she mumbled to herself, reading out a page to herself. "Son of Lily and James Potter, both suffering a tragic death at Godric's Hollow..." Of course she knew all of this, but continued to read in a monotonous voice.
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Post by shoebox on Jul 18, 2006 22:40:20 GMT
Kam listened to the girl's voice intently, before pulling up a chair to her table. "Tragic, indeed. Though, the entire wizarding population is quite aware of Lily and James Potter's deaths." He scanned one of her books with his deep grey eyes before smirking and flipping one open with the tip of his thumb. It landed on a random page near the end.
"Harry Potter was the youngest wizard to ever participate in the Triwizard Tournament... Still can't believe he won that thing," Kam said, his eyes still on the page as he read the story over again for maybe the millionth time in his entire life. Then, pushing the book away and grabbing another one, he flipped open another page.
"He inherited his mother's eyes, though still captured the roughish looks of his father, James Potter." Scoffing, he turned back to the girl. "Surely you know all this already."
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 24, 2006 22:18:20 GMT
Lisa stared dumbly at the new arrival, blinking a few times before a small scowl appeared on her lips. Snatching the book back, she flipped the cover closed and stared at him indignantly, "of course I know it all!"
She glanced at him once more before returning to her book, her eyebrows creased in frustration. It took a few paragraphs for her to forget the Ravenclaw was there all together and she slowly began to jot notes down on a fresh roll of parchment.
"Green eyes ... Firebolt ..." She mumbled to herself. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, she shoved her books away and shook her head. "Oh, this is useless."
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Post by shoebox on Jul 27, 2006 19:56:53 GMT
Kam smiled, not unkindly, before placing another book in front of him. "What is it you're looking for, Gryffindor?" He said, hoping to not upset her once more. "Maybe I can help? Us Ravenclaws do know our way around the library particularly well." He grinned.
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 27, 2006 20:20:07 GMT
Lisa couldn't help but smile at that and she shrugged. "I'm looking for anything I don't already know about Harry Potter, specifically around the time of War." She paused, standing up and stretching, before walking to a nearby bookshelf. "Anything to do with how Voldemort was conquered."
Then she turned back to the Ravenclaw and smirked slightly. "Gryffindor? I'd like it better if you called me Lisa," she smiled before pulling a book off the shelf and returning to the table. She dropped it onto the surface once more, holding back a grin at the librarian's pursed lips.
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Post by haliforth on Jul 29, 2006 15:02:47 GMT
Haliforth Svidersky listened--yes, listened, as he never lowered himself to spying or eavesdropping--to the pair's conversation, furrowing his brows in thought. He was currently standing behind a bookcase, holding a thick volume about a medieval wizarding fued between Russia and Finland. The title of the book was almost hidden by layers of dust, leading him to believe that not many had touched it before him. Haliforth ran his fingers through his curly hair, stepped from behind the bookcase and slid into a seat beside the Ravenclaw. He set his book out of the way, on the far end of the table, and propped his chin up on a fist. "Have you looked in the Dark Arts section? I'm not a guru on the subject, but even I know who Voldemort was. It could be worthwhile." |
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 29, 2006 17:17:46 GMT
Lisa glanced at the newcomer, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. "The- the Dark Arts section?" She asked nervously. It wasn't her favourite field of study, and she had always tried her best to avoid it. "No, I haven't..." She trailed off, her eyes scanning the shelves around her.
Her Gryffindor pride wouldn't allow her to admit her unease with the subject and instead she said, "I suppose I should." Though, she made no effort to get up and instead stared at the general area where the Dark Arts books were located with a slight grimace.
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Post by haliforth on Jul 29, 2006 17:22:21 GMT
Haliforth nodded, relieved that she hadn't scoffed at him. "You should." He watched her look hesitantly at the shelves, as if she were afraid of them, and gave her a crooked smile. "They won't bite. At least, most of them won't. The vicious ones are kept in the Forbidden Section." He flicked his eyes to the Dark Arts section, noticing that the area around it seemed somehow menacing, threatening. He could see how she wouldn't be exactly excited to go exploring over there. "I'll help you look, if you want." |
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 29, 2006 17:40:46 GMT
Her gaze traveled from the bookshelves to the boy's face and she was silent for a moment, mulling the idea over in her head. Then, gathering up all her courage - for he was right, books, especially those at hogwarts, couldn't harm her - she nodded and stood from her chair swiftly. "I could use the help, I've hardly ever looked over there." She admitted with a smile, closing the book she had been reading.
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Post by haliforth on Jul 30, 2006 1:44:23 GMT
"I've been over there a few times," Haliforth said, pushing his chair back to stand up. "But I mostly stick to the History books." He walked over to the Dark Arts section and tilted his head to read the titles, telling Lisa (at least, he thought her name was Lisa), "I'll do this side; you can take the other."
"The Dark Arts: A Malfoy Tradition...History of the Arts...The Dark Arts...The Darker Arts--" He faltered over one title, squinting his eyes to make sure he had read it right. It was in Russian, which was probably why no one had noticed it before, and simply said Dark Families. Haliforth breathed in sharply, then tugged it down from the bookcase, sticking it inside his robes. He would check it out later, he decided. |
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Aug 1, 2006 17:01:38 GMT
Lisa wandered over to the other side, with one last skeptical glance at the Slytherin. She ran her fingers over the dusty spines of numerous books, her fingers faltering over one of the titles. Pulling it off the shelf, she turned to Haliforth looking for reassurance but saw him absorbed in the many books stacked on the shelves. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she looked back at her own book, noticing with a grimace it was about the unforgivables.
Swallowing, she placed it back on the shelf, walking deeper into the towering bookshelves, her steps slow and cautious.
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