(Library) Pointless, Pittiful and Pathetic

[Dyanneabelle Alméida]

"Studies are important!"

Someone said that to her once and it never quite left her. Though Mark and Alexis would prefer to do anything but study, Dyanneabelle wanted to be able to say she tried to make something of herself. She didnt want to be a nobody for the rest of her natural life. Unlike Alexis who was convinced she would own her own beauty shop, and Mark who only wanted to run a joke shop, where were the futures in those? Dyanneabelle wanted something more, bigger, something she knew would have a fallback plan with and something that wouldnt take up to much money to start it. Well she had three years to discover something that would eventually meet her needs, for now, she supposed she could study.

Apparently this place is like hell to study, you go in to start studying or do some homework but you can almost guarentee someone will interrupt you and you will probably find yourself doing either something really stupid, or really dangerous, and Dyanneabelle was neither stupid, nor fond of danger and tried to keep clear of it as much as possible. Though there were the odd few occasions when she would find herself in danger, though that was usually Mark's fault.

Hmm... I wonder what he's doing? Probably getting into trouble as usual

Her bookbag flung on the table and her eyes scanning the sections in the library thoughtfully. She had to write an essay on werewolves, frowning slightly when she remembered that specific piece of homework. Dyanneabelle, like Mark and Alexis, avoided anything about werewolves as much as possible. Safe to say the three were not overly fond of their kind and it made them all angry whenever they heard anything about them.

I dont see why this is even important? Why bother with a bunch of halfwhitted, no-brain animals anyway?

Dyanneabelle's face screwed up in slight anger as she read the spines of the books. Finally settling upon one she sat down and opened it on the first page, flitting through the book but not bothering to actually read the thing. This was a pointless assignment to give to her, she had absolulty no interest in their kind and shared even less love for them, pointless, pittiful and pathetic. That was her view anyway.

[Edward Niven]

Spindly fingers landed on the wide spine of a history book before they moved steadily along the entire dusty row. Read that Edward thought to himself briefly, pale fingertips pausing on a grey cover, before traveling to the one beside it. That one too. Twice.

A frown pulled his features and he turned to the next shelf, his brown eyes scanning the selection in front of him. He paused suddenly as a frustrated sigh came from his left, followed by a violent flutter of pages. He picked a Charms book with a vague acknowledgement of the title and dropped it onto the table, effectively stopping the flicker of heavy-set pages.

"Do you mind?" He murmured, barely glancing at her, before leaving the book ontop of her pages and wandering back to the shelves, fingers trailing past rows of books once again.[/color][/i]

[Dyanneabelle Alméida]

Dyanneabelle wasnt really paying that much attention to anybody around her. She was tpp engrossed in the books, reading through from one chapter to the next, then happily jotting down notes. The most complex, which she had decided to start on, was her Ancient Runes homework. Studying the Elder Futhark wasnt exactly easy, but it was most certainly interesting and enjoyable.

Dyanneabelle looked up to see who was intruding on her time spending studying. Only to lay eyes on a Slytherin, Great, another one. She thought to herself. Thinking he probably knew her sister and would more than likely get on with her since they both seemed to have a serious attitude problem. Then again, they were both in Slytherin, Alexis and whoever he was, so that would give them cause to talk.

"No, actually i dont" Belle said pulling her book from underneath his. "Now if you dont mind, cant you see im trying to study, or are you blind aswell as stupid?"

[Edward Niven]

Edward's fingers paused and tapped on another book's spine, impatiently. He'd vaguely realised that she'd tossed the werewolf book aside and moved on to Runes without so much as a breather. Although she seemed much calmer now, he replied just as he would have five minutes ago. "It looks rather like you were trying to blow your book up into tiny bits with dark glares, actually."

Then, with a glare of his own, he pulled off a book from the shelf he was looking at and added it to a small pile on a table adjacent to the Ravenclaw's. "And typical of a Ravenclaw to think everyone besides one of their own is stupid." He rolled his eyes and sat down at his table.[/i][/color]