[Library] Behind these four walls

[Offley Marsh]

The late spring sun was shinning in through the dusty windows of the school library, if you looked closely enough the specks of dust could be seen floating around in the air waiting to be disturbed by the next gust of wind to come in through the open window or for unsuspecting student to walk through it all. Offley Marsh just sat down at one of the desks that were scattered across the library and started out of the window. There were a few open books in front of her but for once her attention was on the outside world and not the factual one of the library.

The few from the fourth floor corridor was just as spectacular as any of the other floors, but today Offley was fascinated by a flock of birds dive bombing the lake trying to avoid the trashing tentacles of the Giant Squid. With a small sigh Offley pushed herself out of the chair and picked up her book, slowly walking around the quiet library. It was clear it was a nice day simply due to the loss of students, even during the build up to exams it just took the sun to shine for everyone to forget about there studies and flock to lake or Hogsmeade.

Placing a few more books into their rightful place on the shelves the red haired Librarian gave a loud groan as she heard the main library doors close once more and the last group of students leave. The library was too quite, no sounds of frantic whispering, the sound of books snapping, quills scratching on parchment and coughing as clouds of dust fly up from the unused books. It dawned on her how much these bookshelves had turned into prison walls and she was her own jail keeper, not letting herself escape.

[Willa Abbott]

[/I] They spat at her, collecting their things and standing to leave. Willa's hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes opened wide with surprise. "Oh snap." Her voice was a whispered gasp, and she tried to edge one of the bookshelves off of her to escape, though Marsh was probably already on the scene.

Which caused her to promptly begin her oh-so-graceful crawl out of the library, and she was almost at the door when someone blocked her from passing. "..Yeaaaah, I'll start stacking." And without another word except, "You could help, you know, you caused this in the first place." shot back to the retreating Slytherin, she narrowed her eyes as her lips curled with exhasperation. Not even needing the word, the Gryffindor started to stack up the books, not embarrassed but frustrated she wasn't the cause of these surprising turn of events. Remembering now she had magic and a wand no less, Willa whisked it out, levitating the bookshelves off of each other and righting them. No use finding her essay in this mess, though she could try to Accio it later.

Was it that hard to not be clumsy at the best of times? Honestly, Willa seemed to have two left feet. Whatever she did, it was usually accompanied by an accident. Trouble loved to follow her around, case in point with the early trippage thanks to said Snake. Piece of rubbish. Sighing, shrugging it off, Willa figured there was no use stewing over it and exploding later. It was their nature, might as well get used to it. Of course, she'd be the one sneaking into their dorm and lighting their bedsheets on fire later.[/ul][/color][/size]