Post by diana eoina bainbridge on Mar 21, 2021 21:49:51 GMT -7
they left us alone, the kids in the dark
to burn out forever, or light up a spark
cara june bainbridge
cara june bainbridge
Diana sat curled up in an armchair of the Ravenclaw Common Room. The majority of students were in their respective classes this afternoon, but Diana had free periods essentially until dinner. She had spent the first part of her free time finally finishing a charms assignment that she’d been putting off since it had been assigned the week before. It was due the next day. And she’d continued flipping through the extra book she had checked out of the Library for a bit of research. It wasn’t for any particular assignment, and considering that it had chapters describing Inferi—only created through Dark Magic, she was surprised it wasn’t in the restricted section. Then again, one could argue the rest of the book fell under Defense Against the Dark Arts, and who was Diana to complain about access to knowledge without finding a way into the restricted section. Though the thought came to mind that perhaps their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would eventually cover this subject with the sixth and seventh years.
She heard the faint voices of students entering and exiting the common room, but overall the only noise to tune out was the general scrawling of quills against parchment. It was like a quieter version of the Library but with no librarian shushing and threatening the usual suspects from Gryffindor and Slytherin to behave themselves. Occasionally an exuberant or excitable Hufflepuff but very rarely a Ravenclaw was ever in trouble in the Library. She focused on her reading, brow furrowed in concentration until she heard her name, and she slightly startled and blinked at the person calling it. It was typical to find her hyperfocused on one thing or another but also the way the school year had transpired so far made her a little jumpy. She worried about her family’s safety, and there was some solace in knowing they would be going home for Christmas soon. ”You startled me.” She muttered, shifting in the chair so she could stretch—not realizing how long she’d been curled up there. ”Is it dinner yet?”
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