Post by Arthur Chandler on Jan 11, 2006 4:30:07 GMT
“I don't wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythmic tapping of a pen, not a quill, was echoing in the close confines of the library. Tap, Tap. It continued, and if someone had followed the source of this annoying tapping, they would have found one very bored Gryffindor Student by the name of Arthur Chandler sitting at a table with an empy notebook in front of him. His long black hair that framed his face was hanging down to his shoulders, dark eyes focused on the blank pages. With a sigh he tossed the pen forward with a clatter onto the desk and stood up. His long black school robes, which he had taken the liberty of taking the sleeves off with magic, swept across the floor as the Gryffindor went off in search of something better to do that just ponder an empty notebooks and try and call words that would never come into his mind.
His hands went into pockets, fumbling with his wand as the boy found the row of books he sought. Ancient wars of Europe, dull and dry history for many, fascinating for Arthur. He grabbed a particulary large tome and blew the dust off the cover, grinning at the title. Now he wanted something else, and left that aisle to go in search of another. Spells and Curses, a seemingly popular row since many of shelves had large missing spots. The boy found what he was looking for, a book on fire spells, one of his favorites. One last stop and he could go back to where he was in the library to read and relax that evening. It seemed there were not that many boys at Magical Horizons, many girls were out and about, and Arthur didn’t want to see any of them. He wasn’t fond of the opposite gender, found most of them conceited and false, and avoided them as much as possible. To do this he promoted the appearance of a fighter, and then went to the library for solitude.
He stopped in a fictional isle, hands and eyes that did this job often scanning the shelves for the perfect book to read when he was done with histories and magical research. The quickly found one and added them to the stack, and he was off, back to his desk. When he reached it, the candles that had been there had gone out. With a sigh Arthur drew out his wand and waved it at the 6 candles fanned out into an arc around the desk. “Incendio.” His voice was a whisper, and each candle sprang to life with dancing fire and heat. A welcome thing in this winter, spring was soon to come. He sat down, black robes sweeping under him, and the stack of books went onto the wooden desk. The Gryffindor rumbled his black hair with one hand before sitting back with the book on fire spells, leaning the chair onto its back legs.
It wasn’t long before the school clock chimed 11 PM, the last time it would chime that night. He had been out late, the prefects may find him in there, but from what he had heard, they weren’t going to care much. Many people spent their days buried in a book in the library, one new student wouldn’t matter much. So he just turned a page before he heard a sound in the library. “Well well, who could be up at this hour in the library…” He whispered, placing the book down and standing up with his wand in hand. There had been strange tales going around the school, and he didn’t want to take any chances. The sound was coming from the aisle where he had gotten his spell books, and was a few loud thumps. He uttered “Lumnos.” And let the light pour into the aisle.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythmic tapping of a pen, not a quill, was echoing in the close confines of the library. Tap, Tap. It continued, and if someone had followed the source of this annoying tapping, they would have found one very bored Gryffindor Student by the name of Arthur Chandler sitting at a table with an empy notebook in front of him. His long black hair that framed his face was hanging down to his shoulders, dark eyes focused on the blank pages. With a sigh he tossed the pen forward with a clatter onto the desk and stood up. His long black school robes, which he had taken the liberty of taking the sleeves off with magic, swept across the floor as the Gryffindor went off in search of something better to do that just ponder an empty notebooks and try and call words that would never come into his mind.
His hands went into pockets, fumbling with his wand as the boy found the row of books he sought. Ancient wars of Europe, dull and dry history for many, fascinating for Arthur. He grabbed a particulary large tome and blew the dust off the cover, grinning at the title. Now he wanted something else, and left that aisle to go in search of another. Spells and Curses, a seemingly popular row since many of shelves had large missing spots. The boy found what he was looking for, a book on fire spells, one of his favorites. One last stop and he could go back to where he was in the library to read and relax that evening. It seemed there were not that many boys at Magical Horizons, many girls were out and about, and Arthur didn’t want to see any of them. He wasn’t fond of the opposite gender, found most of them conceited and false, and avoided them as much as possible. To do this he promoted the appearance of a fighter, and then went to the library for solitude.
He stopped in a fictional isle, hands and eyes that did this job often scanning the shelves for the perfect book to read when he was done with histories and magical research. The quickly found one and added them to the stack, and he was off, back to his desk. When he reached it, the candles that had been there had gone out. With a sigh Arthur drew out his wand and waved it at the 6 candles fanned out into an arc around the desk. “Incendio.” His voice was a whisper, and each candle sprang to life with dancing fire and heat. A welcome thing in this winter, spring was soon to come. He sat down, black robes sweeping under him, and the stack of books went onto the wooden desk. The Gryffindor rumbled his black hair with one hand before sitting back with the book on fire spells, leaning the chair onto its back legs.
It wasn’t long before the school clock chimed 11 PM, the last time it would chime that night. He had been out late, the prefects may find him in there, but from what he had heard, they weren’t going to care much. Many people spent their days buried in a book in the library, one new student wouldn’t matter much. So he just turned a page before he heard a sound in the library. “Well well, who could be up at this hour in the library…” He whispered, placing the book down and standing up with his wand in hand. There had been strange tales going around the school, and he didn’t want to take any chances. The sound was coming from the aisle where he had gotten his spell books, and was a few loud thumps. He uttered “Lumnos.” And let the light pour into the aisle.
