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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Aug 8, 2005 15:40:37 GMT
Tucked in one corner of the Magic Horizons library, there lived a table. The table had lived a long, happy life full of biographies, adventure novels, textbooks, and romance. It was a happy table. It's feet were carved with utmost precision and care, Despite the odd centuries it bore witness to, it still shone with the pride of a thoroughbred. Just looking at the table, it was obvious that it had been well loved. The strong wood was rounded at the edges and corner, and tiny dabbles of graffiti carved into the sides. Alas, thus is living.
Tucked into a chair pushed up against the table there lived a girl. She was a young teenager and her long red mane was caught up in a rubber band to keep it from her face. This girl was known throughout the lands as an astute, intellectual girl. She was also known as painfully shy. Her name was Lynette.
Young Lynette was a girl of no particular beauty, nor one of certain monstrosity. She was there, the bookcase's shadow, not often detected floating along the crowds of students. She was, for the most part, a lone wolf. It was a title she took without question; she had never known anything else.
Miss Lynette was using up the entire table, sprawling her books out as far as her fingertips could reach. There was one book that read The General Geography of Diagon Alley Over the Ages. Another book, the one she had her head bowed against, reading from, read: A Character by Character Guide to Ancient Philosophy. The table was glad to be given new knowledge. Given by the unwavering focus on her face, Lynette was equally thrilled. She had several scrolls of parchment clamped under her elbows, but an innocent bystander would be unable to read what she was writing. Her inkwell was full to the brim with invisible ink.
Her mouth curled upward into a mischievous smile. It evaporated in an instant, but not quick enough to keep from an onlooker's suspicion from growing. What did shy little Lynette have to be mysterious about?
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Aug 9, 2005 20:58:10 GMT
In the years of the light there lived a child by the name of Persephone. Born into the world of pain through the death of her parents, she kept her guard up around people. Often was she known for her intellect and strange insights, but rarely for person she was. Which had suited Persephone well, for she had been forced to grow up at an early age and no longer clung to her childish instincts. At the age of sixteen, she was ancient and wise.
Her deep green eyes held secrets and pain that went untold. Her long silver blonde hair danced down her back to her waist, where it swirled around her small five foot body. Wisdom and hurt filled every part of her body. The proof of Life's hard lessons evident in the very core of Persephone herself.
Perhaps that was why Persephone often felt drawn towards the library and especially to a certain table in the back. A table that was just as alive as Persephone herself. A table that had seen much and never made a sound about it.
Persephone walked casually towards the table. Her mind bland and empty, but a wanting to go back there. There she saw Lynette, a girl that Persephone had spoken to but not really known.
Persephone took a seat beside her house-mate, pulling out a divination essay, but not looking at it. Instead Persephone was watching the other girls face, where she had seen a mischievous smile only seconds before.
How odd, she thought, and raised a silvery eyebrow.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Aug 10, 2005 15:30:10 GMT
"Good evening, Persephone."
The abrupt intonement had reason to surprise the other girl. Lynette hadn't so much as glanced up from her furious, invisible scribbling. She continued on for several long moments, apparently trying to jot down a thought before it slipped through her fingertips; the sand of ideas tend to do this quite often. How infuriating it was when this happens.
"What brings you to this lonely end of the Library?"
Her second string of words was as surprising as the first. Lynette quickly dropped her pen back into her inkwell and she leaned back, smiling politely at the other Ravenclaw girl. In the back of her mind, Lynette realized that this girl may be the closest thing she had to a friend so far, and even that wasn't saying much. They had greeted each other perhaps a handful of times but never once thought to get to know each other. Usually, Lynette liked to pretend she had more important things to do then to make friends.
With a last longing glance at her work, she silently told the paper that they would get to chat later. She looked back at Persephone with a look of genuine interest.
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Aug 10, 2005 15:42:21 GMT
"Divination essay. Due tomorrow..."
It wasn't really an answer. Just the kind of one you gave when you weren't sure if you could tell someone all the thoughts that danced through your mind. The type of guarded answer that Persephone was so used to giving.
"And you?"
It was the polite response, the type that didn't let on the intentions of Persephone. For Persephone did not wish for Lynette, or she was close too, to be forced into telling her anything. She thought that they were close, or as close as Persephone ever got to people.
She caught that look that Lynette sent her homework, and wondered if she had intrupted the girl on something important. If she had, Persephone would leave her, and this special table. Afterall, Lynette had been here first.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Aug 10, 2005 23:07:40 GMT
"Just a spot of work." Lynette shrugged vaguely, hitching her feet up on her chair and leaning her chin on her knees.
"I never much cared for Divination. A lot of what-if, but only a specific kind. You know what I mean? It's something you think you could bull your way through, but then you still end up being wrong. Atrocious, really." She hesitated. "Erm. Unless you like it. We're all entitled to our opinions, but I'm being just a touch dramatic, you must admit."
She smiled faintly and flipped on of her books (A Character by Character Guide to Ancient Philosophy) closed with the end of her quill. "So far I've enjoyed my History class and my Potions class most. But I suppose nothing can top personal study." She gestured to her mess vaguely. "You get to read about whatever interests you and it doesn't matter how deep or how vague you are with each subject. That's freedom."
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Post by ~Persephone~ on Aug 11, 2005 17:56:29 GMT
"I agree with you on divination. I just took the class to fill up a block of time. All you have to do, really, is just make some vague prediction, like beware of a man in blue, or it will rain sometime this year. I suppose I really like charms and astrology."
She looked at the essay she had started to right. So far it was vague, and usually her vague writing earned her good marks. That amazed Persephone, who had been able to only see how totally pointless the subject was in the class.
Maybe I'll see more later on...
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