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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 7:30:05 GMT
you don't answer my call with even a nod or a twitch // but you gaze at your own reflection
Most of Bianca's free time was spent in the library or her dorm room but that afternoon the girl had a taste for adventure. Like the Gryffindor she was, every once in a while the urge to go out and discover something came over her. Usually it was in the form of a book and her discovery would be a potion or spell she hadn't yet known. This time, instead, her curiosity led her through the corridors of the school.
It wasn't unnatural for Bianca to wander the school grounds alone. It was strange for her to stay inside when the walls of castle were always too stuffy for her. But the weather was changing and it was now necessary to throw on a jumper before heading outside. Besides, the girl still had so many more summer outfits to show off and she wasn't ready for the confines of winter clothing.
Stepping through halls and doorways, Bianca concentrated subconsciously to the echoes her feet made. It was almost hypnotic. She was starting to feel right about her decision to rest from studying. Each chamber seemed to reveal more and more secrets that had never been familiar to Bianca. She scoffed, irritated at herself for living somewhere for five years and yet never really knowing it. She felt like a stranger in her own home.
She moved along and her paced built faster, as if she knew she was searching for something. She skipped down stairs hoping to make it down to the next level before the staircase moved itself. A rumble came from under her and she grabbed the railing next to her. Never a lucky one, the staircase Bianca chose did start swinging into another direction.
"Ohh!" she groaned loudly, which grew the attention of a group of first years across the corridor. They giggled and Bianca crossed her arms unimpressed. It's been a month or so into the term, what are they experts now? she thought.
When the staircase stopped, Bianca rushed to the bottom. As soon as she got off the first step, the staircase took off again. Bianca scrunched up her face in obvious disappointment. Now she had to walk all the way around to get out of there. At least she knew where she was, the third floor.
On her right was the trophy room. Though she been there once before, Bianca's inquisitive nature took over once again and she found herself ambling around displays. She had never really looked at any of the plaques or awards so now was her chance. The bronze, gold and silver reflected the shape of her body as she surveyed the room. But a noise from outside interrupted her quiet walk. Startled, she backed up too far, knocking over a pedestal.
The large trophy that had been on display fell to the floor. It clanged loudly and the din took its time leaving Bianca's ears. She turned around and her dark eyes did doubletake to make sure no-one was around to see her flub.
Hope nobody saw that she wished to herself.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by xavier axel merit on Jan 6, 2014 7:03:52 GMT
Socializing was never one of Xavier’s strong points. His mind was simply not equipped to deal with knowledge and social skills. He was always one step ahead of people when it came to classes, as was evident by the fact that he was a sixteen-year-old in his seventh year. In his first year he had done the work for both first and second year. He would have liked to continue that habit but the professors insisted that he would only be allowed to skip his second year. He had made up for it, taking muggle courses as a “home school” sort of technique as well. And as far as he knew he was the only wizard with a muggle high school diploma. This last year was a little taxing on him since he only had his seventh-year school work to keep him occupied. He had talked his parents into buying him some college text books and some study material, but he couldn’t really officially start until he was out of Hogwarts. He wondered if he was the only person with a magical ability to want to go to a muggle university and possibly even work in a muggle field. Science was his passion.
These were the things floating around in his head as he stared blankly at a muggle chemistry book. Normally he wouldn’t have been staring at it blankly, but with this being his last year, he wanted to have everything planned out. And it wasn’t as though he didn’t understand anything in the book anyway, it was all more or less review for him. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a little laughter coming from a side table. He looked up and remembered that he was in the library. He didn’t always come to the library to study anymore. He had asked the librarian once if they carried any muggle books and he had gotten an odd look. He learned long ago that if he wanted anything from the muggle world he should just ask his parents to send it. The group of girls looked down as soon as he looked in their direction. He didn’t know if that was a good or a bad sign. Part of him didn’t care, but there was a part of him that wondered why he just couldn’t seem to figure people out. School, no problem. People? Yeah right.
With a sigh he picked up his books and left the library, intending to find a more quiet place. He was tempted to go to the common room. There were always heaps of Ravenclaws studying. But he felt out of place even among them sometimes. He did know of a place that was almost always quiet - the trophy room. No one really went there. It was dusty and a shrine to everyone that was better than the average witch or wizard. Xavier himself had a plaque somewhere in there that just noted his scholarly excellence. But he had his own copy at home and didn’t visit this often.
He was almost to the room when he heard a loud clash. Oh no. That meant the room wasn’t empty. He actually might have to interact with someone. Xavier took a deep breath and resolved to get through whatever was in there. For all he knew a ghost had gotten into a little trouble. When he turned the corner he saw a fifth year girl. Xavier didn’t recognize her, but that wasn’t abnormal for a student who spent most of his time with his nose stuck in various books. “I wouldn’t worry too much. If it was really important they would put a sticking charm on it so it would stay on the shelf. Or put it behind some glass.”
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