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Post by lena on Dec 7, 2008 11:53:47 GMT -5
Benjamin sat at the small round table in the library and stared outside from the window. His thoughts were completely somewhere else. He didn't hear or see anything what was happening around him. No one usually cared; Benjamin was more likely air to everyone else when he was daydreaming.
Benjamin didn't know how long he had been sitting in his place when suddenly he felt something wet and slimy hitting the back of his head. A clump of paper drenched in ink fell to the floor. Benjamin shivered as the cold liquid ran down his back. He looked around but didn't see anyone. Behind the bookshelf someone was laughing.
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Post by lucy on Dec 8, 2008 19:19:35 GMT -5
School nights were always more interesting in the library. It was where certain students took advantage of the more studious of Hogwarts, especially when the batty librarian took no more notice than as if the sun were rising. There were some serious issues happening in the library. Okay, well not that serious, but still, it wasn't right to use the younger students like some of them did. Quite frankly, it was annoying.
Molly, one of the Gryffindor Prefects, sighed and muttered softly to herself in disgust as she watched a couple of younger students trying to charm spit balls over towards another student who was clearly out of it. Litterally. Of course, these two thought they were brilliant being bullies like this, but it wanted to make Molly hurl, especially as she caught sight of the red and gold emblem of the Gryffindor lion on one boy's robe.
Hazel eyes almost snappng in the candlelight, she quietly walked over, her wand in her hand. She stopped just behind the two boys, wgi were trying to stifle some laughs with a hand over their mouth, waiting for them to realize what was going on. When they did, they blushed furiously and stammered an apology. Molly just kept her icy glare on them and pointed towards their earlier victim, saying, "I hope your parents didn't teach you that. Go apologize to him."
With Molly watching, the two boys walked over to the other boy, and once they had blurted an apology they ran away giggling again. Sighing, Molly walked over to the boy, noting he was a Ravenclaw. He was definitely a couple years younger than him, but she smiled and held out a hand for him to shake. [/font][/size]"Hi, I'm Molly," She grinned polietly as she motioned towards the chair opposing him. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
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Post by lena on Dec 10, 2008 13:29:54 GMT -5
Benjamin sat still and sighed. He tried to wipe the most of the ink off his hair but with bad results. It just spreaded all over his hands making the mess even worse. He heard silent whispering and saw two boys coming to him. They were older than he was, other one was Gryffendor and other one Hufflepuf like Benjamin himself. They were those boys who belonged to a "gang" thinking something greater about themselves than they really were. However they were all afraid of getting into a trouble, so they showed at least some kind of respect to the older students, especially Prefects. They were also girls' favourites which made them attitude towards other people even worse. Benjamin usually just ignored them; for him they were just big cowards who didn't know anything.
"Sorry about that" the Gryffendor said. "Hope you're alright" Benjamin wasn't stupid. He was good at reading people's intentions and feelings. Those boys couldn't care less about him and didn't show a sign of regret. Benjamin didn't answer; he just looked at them with his bright, beautiful eyes full of disdain. Boys looked quickly each other and ran away giggling and whispering things about the young Rawenclaw.
Benjamin looked at his bag and saw that the ink had splashed all over it. He had to get new one from Hogsmaede. He was just pondering if he could afford it when he saw a girl approaching him. As she came closer he realized that she was one of the Gryffindor's Prefects.
"Hi, I'm Molly", the smiling girl said holding out her hand for him to shake. Benjamin didn’t smile; he didn’t smile a lot but especially not to people he didn’t know. He shook her hand uncertainly. “Hi” he answered. “Do you mind if I sit here?” the Gryffindor asked pointing at the chair opposing him. Benjamin shook his head slowly. A hint of embarrassment touched him when he realized that he had messed the Prefect’s hand with the ink. “Sorry” he muttered pointing her hand. “I messed your hands too. It’s just everywhere. The ink I mean.”
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Post by lucy on Dec 26, 2008 11:00:22 GMT -5
Molly watched with a quiet air of anticipation around her as she looked down at Benjamin's inky belongings. She smiled gently and drew her wand, carefully looking around for the librarian, the evil Madame Prince, who wouldn't let you so much draw your wand, much let use it for a spell. Although this was a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Taking his hand, grimacing slightly as the ink touched her hand, Molly managed to smile again, although not as bright as before. "No biggie," She said gently. "Here let me see that," She continued, gesturing at the bag, thinking about what spell she could use to clean that, and her hand.
Noticing that the boy was blushing a bit, Molly grinned even wider and winked. "I'm not going to hurt it," She said with a gentle laugh as she poiting the wand at her hand and muttered, "Scourgify!" wincing slightly as she felt all the dirt and ink being lifted from her hand. "See? Its fine. No biggiem" She teased gently.
Only thrown off guard a little bit by the boy's sollemn expression, Molly resumed what she was doing and pointed at the bag before he could object, muttering the same spell as she had done before.
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