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Jul 4, 2017 11:04:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 11:04:04 GMT -7
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] open your eyes It was only just a dream [attr="class","itokaytext"]Library, ahh she couldn't believe that she was sitting in there. The place is known for it's absolute silence, which gives more reason for Madi to absolutely avoid it, as she absolutely hates the noiselessness. Notice how many times, she mentioned absolute, yup that was her relationship with the silence. It was like fire and water, which don't co-exist at all. Even after growing up, she somehow could not just sit put together in that place and a part of her wants to pull a stunt and create an explosion, just to break the silence of that place. It makes her feel that she was in a temple, or much worse a funeral. And such depressing thoughts don't go well with the fiery blonde girl. But, she has to stay there considering the fact that she had to complete her assignment that night. It was not due till next week, but Madi liked to get things done fast and on time, so that she wouldn't have to worry about those later on and it would give her more time to enjoy in the weekend.
Madison was seated on one of the empty tables in the library, and let her books pile on one side of her and parchment, writing utensils on the other side. She walked through the aisles and picked out the books she would need for reference to complete the essay. Considering that it was potions, she has to gather up a lot of books to find out in detail about the ingredients used in making a potion. She dumped all the books to one side, causing a thud and earning a glare from the librarian. Pfft, of course she had to make some noise. Madi sat down comfortably in her place and spread out the books in front of her. Occasionally she would note down a few extra points on parchment and sometimes she would just tap her quill against the book. It was not as though she was trying to be noisy, but it was a habit of hers to play with the quill whilst writing. She often taps it in a rhythm and even the librarian doesn't mind her much at those times. She was just tapping it against her book, so no noise at all. She once again earned a glare from the librarian when she dropped off her heels to the floor, as she folded her legs underneath her. It was not a deliberate one, but considering her reputation Madi had no choice but mouth a quick 'sorry' to the strict librarian.
As she was writing down her essay, Madi was soo engrossed in it that she didn't notice her ink pot which was dangerously close to the edge. And considering how lucky she usually is, the moment she dipped her quill in it and pulled back, the pot jerked from it's place and fell down splattering the ink all over. Madi gasped at the sudden sound, and looking down she cursed loudly in French. Just as she reached out for her wand to clear up the mess, the girl who was sitting at the table in front of her turned back great, another person who is going to tell be to be quiet I guess. It was not as though she wanted to start a band or something, but she definitely doesn't appreciate people getting irritated at the slightest of noise. So Madison wondered how the other person was going to react.
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Aug 21, 2017 23:47:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 23:47:27 GMT -7
If Oona could have spent every hour of every day in the school library, she probably would have. There wasn't anything about it that she didn't like, except for the fact that her reading material was—eventually—limited. (She knew that she would never get to read every last book before the end of her seventh year, but that wouldn't stop her from thinking that—maybe—she needed to start pacing herself.) The books, the quiet, the knowledge that she wouldn't be interrupted by anyone or anything…
Her book of choice on this particular occasion was A Compendium of Common Curses and their Counter-Actions, and, although it was a reference book, Oona saw no problem with reading it from cover to cover. She was making steady progress, too, when the first interruption occurred. Someone had set their books down with what sounded like an unnecessary thud. Oona looked up from the page she was on but didn't even bother to see who it was. A little bit of noise could be forgiven—pages had to turn somehow, after all—but it was when that one interruption turned into two that she began to lose her patience.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was obnoxious, but Oona rolled her eyes while trying to find her place in the book again and went back to reading. And then there was the clack of something—perhaps the heel of a shoe. The noise wouldn't have been so bothersome if the library weren't ordinarily so silent as to hear a pin drop, but that didn't change that it was becoming an annoyance. The librarian would have to come to the rescue.
And then there was the final straw. Oona wasn't sure what had fallen, but she had heard it—along with the girl's exclamation—and was given no choice but to turn in her chair and look to see who on earth had been making such a racket. She glared at the girl in question, who was older than she was and certainly old enough to know better.
The cause of the noise this time had been an inkwell, as evidenced by the black ink that now pooled on the floor. At least the girl had enough sense to try to clean it up, even if she hadn't made any effort to keep from disturbing anyone else in the library.
“This is the library,” Oona reminded her at a tense whisper, clearly frustrated with how many times she had been distracted from her reading by one person. Was it simply too much to ask for some peace and quiet anymore?
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Sept 1, 2017 0:00:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2017 0:00:51 GMT -7
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] I was at the top and now its like I'm in the basement [attr="class","itokaytext"] Madison was sure that none would mind her behavior, but how wrong she was. As she was on the receiving end of a glare from the girl who was sitting in front of her. That lead her to glare back for she could not speak out loud, which left her frustrated. She carefully tucked her wand inside her robes, and patted her hair down. She was surprised when she stated that it was the library causing her to raise a brow in response as she looked at her. That was when she realized that her noises seemed to have echoed and it was sure to attract some attention. And she was not ready to loose points for her house and responded back in a low whisper "of course it is, were you asking or were you stating?" But that did not help Madi to be a bit snarky or sarcastic towards the girl who thought that she was being deliberate on making those noises. It was just her nature to not be able to be in a silent place, but there was no other option for her, else she would not have had chosen to this place in the first place.
Madi was never the type to brand someone based on their house, but when it came to the ravens, she found that they were all goody two shoes and she thought them as nothing more than walking encyclopedias. And most of the time she was proved right. Her own brother and cousins, were among them and so were a lot of her friends. But at times, looking at some ravens she feels the innate urge to point at them and shout out 'typical house behavior' when in reality she too behaved as such by being brash at times. But then again those traits were the reason why they were sorted into their houses.
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Sept 2, 2017 19:12:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 19:12:26 GMT -7
“Of course it is,” said the older girl back to her. (Oona had to wonder what else anyone could have mistaken it for being. With shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books, one didn't have to be a Ravenclaw to put two and two together.) “Were you asking or were you stating?”
Frankly, Oona took offense to the suggestion—however slight it might have been—that she couldn't tell the difference between a library and any other place. She was there more often than most, and she was in Ravenclaw; she was far from stupid!
“I was stating a fact,” she stated quite bluntly, in spite of the hushed tone in which she spoke. Not only did the older girl not pay attention to basic rules of decorum; she also couldn't tell a statement from a question. Oona was eager to return to her book, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to do that with any success if the older girl kept up the noise level once she had turned back around. “If you want to make noise,” she reminded her, “there's always something called a ‘common room’.” Perhaps she had heard of it and could take the hint that the commotion was most unwelcome.
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Sept 11, 2017 7:38:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 7:38:24 GMT -7
While Madison was not the type to pick a fight or spite some one with her words, she felt like doing just the same when the other girl responded back to her. Could she not understand the difference between an actual question and sarcasm? A part of Madison had to rethink her opinion on the ravenclaws at the way this younger girl was behaving. "Yes it is."she said in a quiet voice trying to keep herself from laughing. When the other girl instigated that she was causing the noise, Madi found herself frowning . May be she did make some noise, but it was just unintentional and the oher girl cannot hold it against her. 'I was not making noise, it was accidental" said Madi defending her actions. She was not the type of girl to sit back and listen to someone boss er around. And definitely not by a younger girl. When she mentioned common room, she rolled her eyes and said 'thank you for suggesting, but no thanks." She wold not leave this place, no matter how hard it is to stay calm, Madi had to do it, for she has to complete her homework and assignments. @oona
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Sept 11, 2017 11:44:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 11:44:44 GMT -7
The girl denied that she had been making noise, on the basis that, because she hadn't intended to make the noise, she hadn't been making noise at all. Oona failed to see the logic there but momentarily considered indulging her. If she continued to bicker with this girl, she felt certain that she wasn't going to be able to accomplish much else, especially when the older girl gave her a “no thanks” in reply to her suggestion that she move elsewhere.
From a few floors away, at least, her tapping and dropping things wouldn't be audible. (One could hope not, anyway.) It would have been great, Oona thought, if the older girl had taken her up on that offer. Since she hadn't—and since Oona knew that she couldn't do anything about it if the older girl did want to keep using the library, a shared space—she would have to make do.
Still ruffled by the laughable lack of respect for such an otherwise pleasant space as the library, Oona remained sharp in her tone of voice. There was no way to say it any simpler: “Just… be quiet,” she implored. That meant no slamming books, no tapping of feet… Nothing. Just blissful, wonderful silence.
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Oct 9, 2017 6:25:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 6:25:02 GMT -7
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] No one could ever know me No one could ever see me [attr="class","itokaytext"] Silence, was not something or someone Madi greeted with open arms. Nope, she absolutely detested it and while she might have bluffed out that she did not make the noise intentionally, she was lying. she did it because she was not used to that level of calmness and that was the reason which drove her inner self to makeup for it. And there was absolutely no reasoning when it comes to her inner self. It can be rather crazy at times. And there was not a chance that she would change any of it of course. She was who she was because of that very nature and behavior. When the other witch asked her or rather implored a bit too seriously to stay quiet, Madison found herself rolling her eyes. But nevertheless she spoke up "fine, if that makes your brain cells to start working"she added with a hint of sarcasm. She never likes it if people try and boss over her. She was the one who bossed around, not the other way round.
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Oct 9, 2017 17:30:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 17:30:02 GMT -7
“Fine, if that makes your brain cells to start working.”
“It isn't about my brain cells,” Oona argued, though she realized as soon as she opened her mouth that she probably should have kept it shut. It was much easier for her to study when it was quiet; the other girl wasn't wrong about that, but she was wrong if she thought that the request for her silence was just one Ravenclaw's being demanding. “It's about being quiet because this is the library,” she informed her snippily, “and any reasonable person would understand that other people might not appreciate a one-woman orchestra.”
Determined not to say anything about the girl's probable lack of brain cells, Oona turned back to her book. Maybe, finally, she had solved it. She took in a deep breath and stared down at the page, trying to find the place where she had left off.
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Oct 12, 2017 10:27:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2017 10:27:36 GMT -7
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] No one could ever know me No one could ever see me [attr="class","itokaytext"] The moment she commented back, Madison knew that it would get a reaction from the other girl. She honestly hasn't met anyone in her life who would not retort back to that. Unless they really have no brain cells. But that is a very rare case, for even the most unintelligent person can understand what she just spoke. And sure enough Madison was not disappointed when the other girl spoke back to get, or rather she was trying to make her point. Whatever the reason was, Madi has gotten the result she expected which lead her to have a triumphant smile on her face. None can be a rule abuser with her presence. Especially not some little raven like her. Besides Madi never did like anyone who tells her that she is wrong, as she can never be wrong. It was as simple as that.
At the other girls' response Madison couldn't help but roll her eyes. She then added "there has never been a hard and fast rule that one should be always silent. For it is impossible," she said with a raise of her brow silently daring the other girl. She then chuckled at the one women orchestra and said "well I never knew that my incoherent tappings sounded like orchestra to you" and just logged at the girl with an amusing glint in her eyes.
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Oct 20, 2017 11:47:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2017 11:47:11 GMT -7
At the roll of the other girl's eyes, Oona would have done well to have gotten up and left, or at least changed where she was sitting. She didn't, though, mostly because she had a strong desire to prove that she was right, and because the girl was just that infuriating to her.
“There has never been a hard and fast rule that one should be always silent. For it is impossible.”
Fair. Oona was willing to give her that point. Complete silence was an impossibility, but, at least relatively speaking, it couldn't have been that hard to avoid what Oona saw as multiple severe infractions of a nearly sacred code.
The girl must have found some amusement in her comment, saying that she hadn't known that her “incoherent tappings” had sounded like an orchestra to her.
“Well,” Oona pointed out, wanting to make it abundantly clear that she hadn't given the other girl a compliment and that she could stop being so smug. “I didn't say it was a symphony orchestra. And it isn't a very good one, either.”
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