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Post by CASSANDRA COLLETTE MATTHEWS on Jan 15, 2012 18:39:06 GMT -5
The library. The place where doomed students came to die. Also the place where the local congregation of dust bunnies gathered when the history of magic classroom was otherwise occupied. It was much too quiet for Cassy's personal taste, and a tad bit too stuffy, but it was the only place she could find a book she was looking for without making a secret run down to hogsmeade. Which she'd considered, but she hadn't felt motivated enough to leave the castle so instead she ended up in the library where she clearly didn't fit in.
The room felt like a death trap with books piled up precariously in every corner, just waiting to topple on someone's head, burying them alive. What a sad tombstone that would make, "here lies cassandra matthews, passed away when she was crushed to death under hundreds of copies of Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions". Tragedy. "I am much too young to die..and much too cool to die in such a lame a way as that." She huffed under her breath, cautiously skirting around a towering pile of spellbooks only to trip over a stray one and go crashing to the floor. Taking about five or six others with her as she tried to grab at something to hold herself up.
This of course turned every eye in the library in her direction. "Ahaha," She tried to laugh it off, but her laugh died off under the intense pressure of several glares. "My apologies?" Cassy offered in an exaggerated whisper as she struggled back to her feet. It was clear though to anyone who knew her that she was hardly sorry. It wasn't her fault that the library was out to get her. This place was a hazard, especially with the number of Ravenclaws and various other students who now saw her as a threat to their studying and probably wanted to off her. At least that would make for a more interesting tombstone. Cassandra Matthews, innocent victim of a vicious lynch mob. Innocent because she got to pick whatever the hell went on her tombstone, not them.
After hastily restacking a few books, she moved out of range of most of the kids in the library. The spellbook she was curious about was farther back in the library than most people cared to go so only one or two people were there to look up at her critically. Running her fingers along the dusty backs of the books, she skimmed over each of the titles, looking intently for the one she was after. It wasn't as if this was for school purposes, she was merely curious about the more interesting spells that they didn't teach in classs. It wasn't quite restricted section material, but the librarian still didn't really want anyone checking it out.
After a thorough search, Cassy came to the conclusion that it wasn't there. Which means someone else had it. Wandering a few rows over, Cassy poked her head around each corner until she found an occupied table. And of course, there was her book, in the hands of some student who was actually-shudder-studying, it looked like. Skipping-literally-down the row, she plopped herself in a seat across from the person. "A-a-ahem." She cleared her throat, tapping on the top of the book impatiently. "Excuse me there, fellow student."" Cassy whispered semi-loudly, wearing a friendly smile (that would hopefully make up for her interrupting their reading).
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