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Post by Matthew L. Cornelis on Aug 15, 2007 12:10:41 GMT -5
Sat in the dark shadowy corner of the library, was a small, cold pale-skinned first year that could be mistaken for as a nine-year old. There were a few books in one neat pile, books that looks old and yellowing of the Dark Arts. The small-sized boy buried in one of his books, his lime green eyes darted from each line from left to right, and an inexpressive look was on his face.
His thin, moist lips moved, whispering under his breath to himself before he was rudely interrupted by a presence nearby…
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Post by Haji Solo on Aug 15, 2007 13:24:16 GMT -5
Haji walked into the library, brushing his hair back out of his face. He walked over to the bookshelf’s and looked along the names of the books. Haji wasn’t one for books that much. He did like to read but he just didn’t do it that much. As Haji was only 4ft 9 he couldn’t reach the books higher up. He pulled out his wand and pointed it up. “Accio Book.” He said softly and the book slid out off the shelf and dropped down to him. He held it in his hand as he looked at the other books. He did the same thing again and again till he had about 5 books. He started to make his way towards a table. Suddenly Haji tripped and the books hit the floor with a loud thud. He got up onto his feet again and looked at the books on the floor as he sighed softly.
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Post by Matthew L. Cornelis on Aug 15, 2007 13:37:05 GMT -5
The noise broke his concentration, annoyed him that he slammed the book down onto the table loudly. He shot his head up towards the direction of the stranger and found himself looking at a sixth year Ravenclaw staring at the books on the floor.
With a glare, Matthew gave the other a look that said, “What the hell do you think you’re making such a racket for?!”
‘Are you blind or what?’ said Matthew sarcastically. ‘There’s a bloody table just in front of you and you can’t even see it with your own two eyes!’
Rolling his lime green eyes, he returned back towards his book, taking out a clean parchment, quill and ink before he began to write down important notes.
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Post by Haji Solo on Aug 22, 2007 9:30:33 GMT -5
Haji raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at the 1st year. “ I don’t believe it is any of your business, Slytherin.” Haji snapped back. “And if I was you I wouldn’t blow your top off at someone who’s 5 years higher then you.” Haji turned away and sat down at his table. He started to sort through the books. He wanted to do a bit of studying before his lessons.
[[OOC: Sorry it took so long to post this @////@ ]]
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Post by Matthew L. Cornelis on Aug 22, 2007 12:09:05 GMT -5
Matthew shot a glare back at the older student, rolling his eyes sarcastically before placing his quill down. The thick layer of dust in the old Library made breathing difficult for the first year as he clutched onto the snitch of his shirt. He shut his eyes tightly, hunching his upper body low as he began to gasp breathlessly as though he was having an asthma attack. Damn his weak health to the deepest core of the earth!
Perspiration laid over his forehead slightly, breathing a little to fast that resulted in making him difficult to get oxygen up to his brain properly. It caused him unfocused visions, his body growing weak as Matthew slump onto the floor. Curling himself up into a weak ball, the first year Slytherin struggled to gain conscious.
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