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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Dec 20, 2006 4:13:02 GMT
Running her finger across the dusty spines of thick, forgotten volumes, Prof. l'Keitha blinked as dust motes whirled in the air. This particular corner of the stacks was more deserted than other parts, most likely due to the student body's disinterest in "Herbology and Earth Magicks," which was quite unfortunate, the professor thought. Finally coming across the book she was looking for, she heaved it off the shelf and swung it onto the table - her tiny frame almost fell down with the volume. The leather binding smacking against the hard wooden surface echoes down the corridor of books. The candlelight flickered inside the lantern, the only source of light in this wing of the stacks, casting phantoms on the walls that ran across the books and hid in the crevices of figures carved into the stone pillars.
The professor brought the lamp closer as she settled into her seat and opened the book. Every crinkling turn of the page was like thunder in the silent room, so she took extra care to turn it slowly - not that any studying students were around. Planning her first lesson, Professor l'Keitha wanted to leave an impression on her students without endangering them... too much.
Becoming lost in the chapter on 'Ritualistic and Sacrifical Uses of Plants and Fungi', she didn't even hear the approaching footsteps right behind her.
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Post by spaghetti231 on Dec 20, 2006 4:31:36 GMT
After finally finding the loo, Zerrubabel walked into the dimly lit library. He had figured that the best person to find something out from would probably be the librarian, but he hadn't been lucky enough to find him/her just yet, the desk was empty. After a few moments of fruitless searching, he heard a rather large crash deep inside the library, and started to walk in that direction.
After getting lost among countless books about everything from "Potions-making for Dummies" to "The Effects of the Telegram on the Mondern Wizarding Society: A Documentary Tale Of Everchanging Muggle Foolishness". He finally saw the dancing of candlelight just around the next large bookshelf.
Coming across a pettite woman that appeared in low to mid twenties, Zerrubabel slowly approached so as not to disturb her. Sitting down in the plush charge across from her, he cleared his throat to get her attention.
"Im sorry to disturb you ma'am, but i seem to be a bit lost. My name is Zerrubabel Jones." he said as he extended his hand toward her.
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Dec 20, 2006 4:56:23 GMT
"Huh?" Professor l'Keitha, startled, looked up from the tome of gruesome accounts of humans devoured by hungry oversized Dionaea muscipula. "Who's there?"
She raised her lantern into the darkness until she saw the scruffy young man seated across from her, his legs outstretched and crossed. She eyed his outstretched hand warily, hesitant to shake the hand of a stranger. Nonetheless, she was intrigued, and found herself inching closer to him.
"Oh, hello there, Zerub... uh... Mr. Jones," she nodded. "Odd hour to be sneaking about lost corners of the library, isn't it?"
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Post by spaghetti231 on Dec 20, 2006 5:12:10 GMT
"Yes, I expect it is." said Zerrubabel looking at his watch, which was standing at about 1 am. He could now see that the professor in front of him was reading a book on what appeared to be some type of massive Venus fly trap. Her lilting gaelic accent had a certain charm to it, something he had not heard since years past.
"You see, I just transferred from Durmstrang, and I am trying to get the hang of the building" said Zerrubabel. It had been a long day, and the only thing he had learned was that he was part of the Gryffindor house. He hoped that he could get some answers from this spritely young professor. Although hesitant, she seemed somewhat intrigued in meeting him.
After a quick glance around the library, he looked toward the professor to await her response.
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Dec 20, 2006 5:32:09 GMT
"Well try not to get lost - rooms have a habit of disappearing and stairs tend to move when you aren't looking," Prof. l'Keitha grinned. "But you best be getting back to the dormitories before an overzealous professor gives you detention for lurking about."
Suddenly she let out a squeaky sneeze, wiggling her rabbit-like nose. "Darn dusty books," she muttered, scrunching up her face.
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Post by spaghetti231 on Dec 20, 2006 19:54:59 GMT
"Sounds like a plan" said Zerrubabel. He got up from his chair, salute the professor, and headed back for some much needed sleep. His first class would start tomorrow, and he wanted to be well rested for it, but he doubted that he could sleep after the day's excitement.
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