Far Away Lands in Local Areas

[Brenton Douglas]

In the back of the library, at a table where he'd built a fort around him, Brenton sat surrounded by thick, heavy books containing information about the history of the magical world, something he wasn't interested in at all. It was all full of facts, Brenton liked fables. Fables like in his storybook he held open. Hidden behind the stack of books he could easily read without anyone bothering him. Right now he was in the middle of Jack and the Green Lady, an interesting tale.

The library was a great place to be, because it was quiet and there was hardly anyone to bother him with his reading. It was becoming a daily habit, to go to the library to read. The best part was no one would make fun of him after he built his fortress, hid behind it, and read his stories. Mrs. Fortune was so nice leaving him her favorite book, the over-read stories with their creases and all. Right now, he was in the middle of a great story, one that wasn't the typical princess fairytale.

Normally he went right in for the princess and prince stories, but today he wanted to read something a little different. And no one was stopping him.

((Trixi))

[Trixi Turner]

The library. It wasn't somewhere in Hogwarts you would usually find Trixi. However no-where at Hogwarts at the moment was where you would normally find her, this was primarily due to the fact that she had been away for most of the year so far. Her big brother Brett, and the only person she really cared about, had fallen extremely ill and she had left Hogwarts to go home to him. This subject had not been debatable with her parents, or with Brett, because she had wanted to be there for him. She had spend alot of the time helping her parents out on the farm with all the stuff Brett normally did. However with her big brother on the mend he had insisted she return to school at once, she had already missed alot of the school year and he did not want her to miss any more for his sake alone. So if was with this in mind that Trixi was now back at Hogwarts, and very behind in her learning.

So Trixi had come to the library. It was not her favourite place to be, let alone even a place she liked to be. Yet she needed to be there to get a couple books to perhaps catch her up to date in classes. Not that she really wanted to learn, but she knew if she didn't she would have to repeat, and that would just give kids ammunition against her, and Trixi could not allow that to happen. So it was that Trixi came to be in the library. However the image of her in a library is something like one would expect of a cat in a pool. A very unusual situation. Library's were not places Trixi favoured, primarily because it required a level of silence that the young blonde had difficulty maintaining, which generally led to her being in a fair amount of trouble.

History, being the most boring of subjects, was unluckily one of the subjects Trixi needed to catch up on via reading, a few of the others just requiring her to learn wand movements or new spells. So Trixi tromped off to the back of the library where the history books were kept. As Trixi rounded the corner she noticed what one could only really describe as a fort, however Trixi may have ignored the fort, had it not been made of the books that she needed to borrow. Trixi smirked slightly, she could annoy whoever as in the fort, at the same time as getting her books, and seem innocent. It was the perfect crime. Trixi ducked down on the other side of the fort's walls to Brenton, not having looked who was inside just yet and ran her finger down the spines of the books until she found one that might actually be of some use to her. Having found that one Trixi pulled at the book, removing it from the tower, and making a couple other books at the same time fall from the wall of he fort.

[Brenton Douglas]

It was a really good story, and Brenton was completely involved in it, unaware of anyone or anything around him except the fortress. Not too many people wandered to the area of the library where the young boy was located. They tended not to care too much about history books, the whole reason Brent chose mostly them to build the fortress with. Enthralled, amused, and completely oblivious to everything. No matter how many times he'd read to book, every story, they never got old to the Slytherin.

Feet kicked up in the air, lying flat on his stomach, nose close to the books, glasses in his back pocket as always, he felt completely at ease. At least, he did until something fell on his head, much like the fable of Chicken Little.

"AH!" he shouted, feeling like a brick wall just fell on his head. Book, thump, book, thump. He drew his arms up over his head to hide him from anymore pain, but it only transfered it all to his arms, then his head, still causing his nose to bounce off the book that was displayed open in front of him. "Wha' in bloody hell?!?!"

As soon as the books stopped tumbling, the Slytherin scrambled up wondering how he'd built the fortress wrong as it'd never done something like that before. Only, he hadn't expected to come nearly face to face with the blond-locked girl in front of him. Trixie.

[Trixi Turner]

(SORRY REAL LIFE GOT IN THE WAY BUT IM BACK NOW)

Trixi smirked slightly as the yell was released, as she had hoped there was someone inside the fort. Her urge for trouble had grown during her time away and so causing some chaos, whilst in the library of all places, was wonderful in her mind. However Trixi jumped slightly as she ended up face to face with someone she actually knew, and on that note - liked. Her smirk was replaced with a look of surprise. Had she known he was in the fort, she wouldn't have pulled books out of it, even if she did need the books. "Douggy!" Trixi exclaimed in a semi-excited tone. She hadn't seen him since before she had left Hogwarts, she didn't think he actually liked her, but that didn't worry her, she at least, liked him. Even if he did act like a pretentious prat at times. Trixi mainly had that thought of him because he kept refusing to like the name 'Douggy' and tried to insist she called him by his proper name, which made her want to call him Douggy more.

Trixi stared at Brenton for a moment, aside from stating his name she wasn't sure what else she should say. She wasn't about to appologise for breaking his fort, although had she known it was his she wouldn't have, but that didn't mean she would utter the 'S' word. She never said it. So, Trixi being Trixi she made her own kind of comment, which was probably the closest to an appology Brenton would get. "You used all the good books" she said with a small shrug, holding up the book she had pulled from the wall of the fort. She wasn't sure what else she should say to him. At least for once the young girl had owned up to having destoryed something, rather then just denying it.