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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 6, 2007 1:36:23 GMT -5
A twenty-three inch essay, twenty-three. What had possessed the professor to assign such an assignment? It was completely ridiculous in Felicity's mind. The first essay due for the class and it was on a completely dreadful subject. Rather than spending her time in the common room where she wouldn't have gotten any work done because she would have preferred to chat with Corey or another one of her House mates, she had decided to trudge down to the library. It was just past dinner and there were very few students huddled throughout the room completing this assignment, or that; looking for spells well beyond their skill level; or looking for charms to use to get out of classes later in the term.
After an hour, she was nearly done. Only four more inches. She decided then that she should really change the size of her writing from its curly and legible minuscule to something larger in size. Felicity told herself to remember for the next assignment as she wasn't going to put herself through it again. Pushing the parchment aside, she leaned back slightly in her chair, rubbing her on coming sleep from her light brown eyes. Stifling a yawn, she stood up and stretched, wondering if she could possibly get away with running through the library before continuing the last bit of the assignment.
Looking around, she couldn't see anyone in between the shelves, and decided it was her only chance, as well as her only choice. Disappearing from her table, she started down one shelf, turning and jogging slowly down another. Merlin, how she prayed the librarian wouldn't catch her, nor anyone else for that matter.
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Post by arianna on Apr 6, 2007 1:56:04 GMT -5
If the girl meant 'catch' in the literal sense, there would be none of that. Not from the librarian with his cane. Nor from Arianna with her crippled leg and it's restraining brace. Hailey was probably too busy doing anything that wouldn't involve getting up from his desk anyway. Arianna didn't blame him. She herself didn't want to get up from her place on the floor in History section. It wasn't necessarily comfortable on the floor, but once Arianna had gotten down there, she didn't want to get back up. Two hours later and she still did not want to get up, even if her paper was full of holes from trying to use the carpeted floor as a desk. She'd be rewriting it all later anyway. Just getting the notes down was important for now.
As she finished getting down the last bit of information she needed, Arianna shut the book and tipped her head back to view the shelf on which it belonged. It was a long ways up there (at least from the floor it looked that way) and she wasn't sure if she could get it back.
"Bugger," the girl muttered to herself as she wiggled her way closer to the shelf. She placed an arm on the third shelf up and, with a little difficulty, pulled herself partway up. With her unbraced left knee supporting most of her weight, Arianna pushed against the shelf, hoping to use it as leverage, but succeeded only in tipping it off of its supports. Arianna first bounced back to the floor, followed by numerous history books. Fortunately it was only the one shelf.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 6, 2007 2:30:09 GMT -5
Lost in the words of a song playing in her head, she almost missed the tipping shelf. Had it not been the one she was just rounding, she would have been sure to have missed it completely. Stopping dead in her tracks, she watched slightly horrified as a girl was found in a downpour of books, not exactly small ones either. Grabbing the shelf to stop it from tipping any further, and to put an end to the downpour, she righted the thing as best she could.
"Are you all right?" she questioned the girl on the floor with concern. Not having actually seen the entire scene, she hoped it hadn't been done on purpose, though Felicity wouldn't really put it past some people at the castle. There really had to be something in the water, it was the only logical explaination for many of the occurrences that took place. Stepping over books that littered the floor, she closed the gap between herself and the other girl, only to slightly recognize her. She was the one from the Sorting Feast she'd talked with when she'd made her stop by Drew.
Remember having seen a brace on the girl's leg at the feast, she hoped the girl hadn't been injured even more by any of the books that'd fallen.
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Post by arianna on Apr 7, 2007 0:06:20 GMT -5
Being quite flexible, Arianna was able to protect her leg by leaning over as one does to touch her toes. Her hands didn't reach for her toes, of course, but were locked over her head to protect it as her head itself guarded her knee. Many of the books pounded into her back and arms, possibly causing a few extra bruises. When the books had stopped falling, Arianna lifted her head and looked around in a daze. How was she supposed to take care of this mess?
And then someone spoke. Arianna first thought that she would be in trouble, and sighed with relief when she realize it had been a question about her well being and not the pile of books around her.
"Yeah....yeah...I think so..." Arianna felt the familiar burning in her eyes and glanced away, feeling certain she was about to cry. The feeling passed quickly, though, and she was able to lift her face back to the girl with a small sheepish smile.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 7, 2007 0:22:18 GMT -5
A small wave of relief washed over her as the girl confirmed her well being. At least she didn't seem to be hurt, although Felicity noticed she turned her head away before really looking up at her. Pushing a few of the books out of the way by piling them in a heap, she kneeled down on the floor, hoping the girl wouldn't mind her staying by. A bright smile on her face, she wanted to let her know she wasn't really thinking anything negative about what had happened, but just the same she wondered what had caused the girl to topple the shelf over.
"Can I ask what you were up to?" she questioned. It seemed like the girl was possibly slightly embarassed about the whole thing, and Felicity wasn't about to make fun of her. Pushing a few more books around her into piles, she didn't really look at the girl. If she didn't want to answer her, Felicity didn't want to make her feel pressured into doing so either. Of course, even if she didn't feel compelled to answer the question, she was going to help her put away the books anyway.
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Post by arianna on Apr 7, 2007 0:39:02 GMT -5
What was she up to? Arianna certainly hadn't been up to anything and wondered how a fallen shelf would be cause enough for someone to think she might've been "up to" anything. She had to remind herself that Felicity might not have seen what had happened and could only assume what had happened. Still, why did she jump to the conclusion that Arianna had been "up to" something?
"I was just trying to get up," she answered with a little edge to her voice as she shoved a few books out of the way. It was mostly her frustration over the incident making her a bit grumpy. Arianna was starting to realize just how limited her life was going to be with the brace on and none of it thrilled her any.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 7, 2007 3:15:14 GMT -5
"Oh," she replied, not even picking up on the girl's tone of voice. Suddenly the scene made sense to Felicity. Being the girl was on the floor, with a brace, it would have been difficult to get ones self up; she must've been using the shelf as a leverage. Keeping her brown eyes on the books, she didn't bother with making eye contact with the girl, not because she was avoiding her eyes or anything, but she was currently more interested in getting the books in order to get them back on the shelf correctly.
Standing up, she begin re-shelving the pile of books she'd gathered, not really sure what to say next. Keeping her focus on bind after bind, she shoved book after book on the shelf, emptying her arms before dropping back to the floor to grab another pile together. Feeling a bit on the awkward side, Felicity decided to at least initiate a bit of conversation. "I'm Felicity by the way, I think we kind of met at the Sorting Feast."
Now she really hoped she hadn't mistaken the girl for another, but then again how likely was it there were to be two girls both with braces on their leg? It seemed highly unlikely.
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Post by arianna on Apr 7, 2007 18:43:18 GMT -5
Arianna now felt awkward. Normally she'd be a little chatty, but she was getting some weird vibe off the girl. As though she didn't want to talk to Arianna. Maybe she was just imagining it, though. Even so, Arianna wasn't sure what to say either and spent the silence shoving books onto the shelf, certain they weren't in the right order but not really caring to figure out how they had been before.
"Um...kinda...yeah," Arianna wasn't sure if she would call the brief exchange of words 'meeting' each other, but it worked. "I'm Arianna. I'm...usually not....well, yeah, I'm always a little clumsy, but not this bad."
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 7, 2007 20:58:17 GMT -5
Letting loose a small giggle, she understood what Arianna meant. She herself was a rather clumsy person, managing to knock over things and people, or just randomly falling/crashing into things at the most inopportune times. "I know what that's like," she smiled. "I'm actually surprised the shelf didn't tip over because me. It'd be my luck that I'd somehow find a way to push one over on a student."
Not that she would've done it on purpose, but she could see herself somehow run into a shelf and toppling it over on another. Immediately Felicity was reminded of the time when she actually fell of the roof of her home. She'd been on it to retrieve the frisbee Lisa had lost to the wind when she tripped over her untied shoe just as she was stepping off and had barely managed to escape without any harm. That was one of the few times she'd experienced magic before her mum had began teaching her.
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Post by arianna on Apr 7, 2007 21:21:17 GMT -5
"Oooh, so maybe it WAS you," Arianna joked, a small smile threatening her lips as she shoved the last book into place. It was then that she realized that her own history book had been shoved in with the rest. Whether it had been her or Felicity didn't matter, Arianna just needed to find it.
"You didn't see a seventh year history book, did you?" she asked, searching the book spines she could see from her place on the floor. Dang, why hadn't she thought to keep an eye out for it before now?
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Post by Michael Rolen on Apr 7, 2007 23:45:59 GMT -5
There were light footfalls coming towards the books and the girls as they searched for Arianna's history book. Michael looked down at his feet at the book lying there, which just so happened to be her history book, he bent over and picked it up and with a smile spoke up.
"Like this one Ari?"
He asked her as he went to hand it to her. It was good that they were friends now, at least they got along better and were actually talking.
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Post by arianna on Apr 8, 2007 0:43:58 GMT -5
Oddly, Arianna was not surprised to see Mike approach them out of the blue. He'd even found a book on the floor after she was certain they had grabbed all of the ones that had fallen. They were rather large books after all. How could they have missed it unless they had vision problems? Arianna knew she didn't, but Felicity might.
"Let me see," she held her hand out and took the book, looking over the cover then inside. She shook her head and placed the book on the shelf with the others and searched again for her own. "Nope. All of my books have doodles and drawings on the blank pages. Nice try, though."
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 8, 2007 14:20:08 GMT -5
Laughing, she looked down at the girl, knowing she was only joking with her, had she not been Felicity wasn't sure what she would've done. Just as Arianna had done, she'd put the last book from her arms on the shelf and was just stepping back to sit back down again when she asked if Felicity had seen her book. Her history book? Felicity wasn't sure whether she had or not. What did a seventh year history book look like? How was it different from a fifth years?
Turning her head slightly, she saw Michael. After their last encounter leaving him in a bad way she hadn't really spoken to him, not because she didn't want to but because she had been swamped with work. The brown-eyed girl had almost wanted to sink into the shelf right then though, remembering what he'd said to her on that occasion. Quickly glancing down at the book he'd handed the other girl, she turned back to the shelf to deeply engross herself in the search for the missing book. Perhaps she'd find it and be able to get out of there, she suddenly didn't really want to think about what he'd said and didn't want to be pressured for an answer if the chance came. After all, she'd told Drew what she had, why would Michael be an exception especially when she didn't get the same feeling around him she did with Drew.
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Post by arianna on Apr 8, 2007 21:11:27 GMT -5
Well, it seemed Arianna and Felicity would have to compare notes on the boy later on. She didn't quite consider him a friend, but was willing to be one if he would actually listen to him. She had already tried to tell him to ease up on flirting with every girl he met and then throw himself into the middle of another doomed relationship after his last one had broken up a week previously. Maybe one day he'd realize his method wasn't working. Arianna was just glad he hadn't used his method on her. Or maybe he had and she just didn't notice. Bad for him, good for her.
"Ah! I think that's it!" Arianna called out suddenly, pointing to a book just out of her reach, near Felicity's elbow. It didn't look much different from the others but for the curlicues added to the lettering on the spine; small details she had added that looked almost natural with the rest. One might think it was just a little flair the printers had added. Only the light glinting off the newer ink told the difference. "Can you get it for me, please?" Arianna asked the girl.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 8, 2007 21:41:45 GMT -5
Startled out of her thoughts, she glanced at where Arianna pointed. How in the world the girl knew that specific book was hers among all the others was a wonder to Felicity as they mostly looked the same, but she figured she would know better than anyone else. Grabbing the book, she glanced at the spine of it and realized how she'd managed to pick it out of all the others. The light had hit the new ink just right to show the glinting that older ink couldn't give off.
"Here you go," she smiled as she handed it over. As much as she wanted to go back to her table, she didn't really want Michael to follow her either, and instead decided it'd be best if she stayed in the company of another for a little while longer. And since Arianna was there, why not use her as an excuse to not take off? Dropping back to the floor, she pulled her legs under her slightly, hopefully someone would start off a conversation because otherwise it would be even more awkward than Felicity felt at that very moment.
Thinking of something to chatter about, she tried to remember what information she'd already procured from the girl; her name, her year, her House. History of Magic perhaps? It might work with undecided results. "Do you enjoy History of Magic Arianna?" she attempted very badly.
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