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Post by Sonya Burnquist on Nov 7, 2011 22:11:28 GMT -5
Anyone in the library could have seen that Sonya hated being there. She sat at a table by herself, surrounded by dozens of books, tapping her quill, huffing and puffing at the pages before her. The way she fidgeted and rolled her eyes made it seem like she thought she was being terribly inconvenienced and wanted everyone to know it. And she did- not consciously, of course- but in Sonya's opinion, studying was beneath her, and she didn't want to seem too comfortable with it. Not that she really could have, even if she tried.
Scratching at the dregs of her concentration, Sonya brushed her blonde hair from her eyes and forced herself to look down at the words before her. She muttered the words out loud to help her keep her place.
“A bezoar is a mass of undigested material that accumulate in the...stomach...of a goat. Oh, disgusting.” With a sneer, Sonya snapped the book closed and put it in front of her, on the top of an already impressive stack of discarded tomes. She opened another, but a few seconds later, shook her head at its obtuse language and added it to the pile. The stack wobbled, but Sonya didn't notice, she only selected another volume. This one was thin, which looked promising to her.
“Let's see...runespoor...lays eggs through its mouth. Ew.” Fed up, Sonya tossed it on the teetering pile- and the whole thing crashed to the ground with a resounding thump. The girl sat in her chair, briefly immobilized by surprise, then glanced around to see if any of the other patrons was looking at her funny. If they were, she was ready to give them a piece of her mind. It's rude to stare, after all.
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Post by Kaleb Austin on Nov 7, 2011 23:24:53 GMT -5
One such onlooker is a more or less tall boy that is familiar within the Slytherin house, if only for his steely mannerisms and the seriousness in which he delivers his Prefect ways. An eyebrow risen with distaste at the disaster on the ground, the sixteen year old sighs only after noting the green and silver crest over the fifth year's robes and dutifully bends to grab a single book from the floor and let it land on her desk with an unnecessary thud.
"Really. How does one throw up the whole library in two seconds flat?" He grabs another, unimpressed, before seeming to become disinterested in helping her at all and opening it to peer at the books contents. He gives her a queer look, if only for the selection of content in which she appears to be reading, before rolling his eyes and letting that hard-cover land noisily on the desk as well. Sometimes he wonders how such numb-brained people end up in the most ambitious house at Hogwarts, but he reminds himself that it simply makes him the most clever, and he's satisfied.
"Perhaps if you simply got your work finished instead of huffing and groaning about it, you wouldn't have to deal with it anymore."
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Post by Sonya Burnquist on Nov 8, 2011 0:49:53 GMT -5
Sonya bristled the moment Kaleb picked up one of her spilled books; now she was obligated to help clean up the mess. The girl pushed her chair back, then stopped cold at the tone of his voice. She opened her mouth, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue. Then, she recognized him, and closed her mouth. Since he was a Slyhterin prefect, she decided not to get poisonous. At least, not right away. Instead, she put on a smile and kept it there, even when the slap of the book on the table made her wince.
"This is nothing. You should what I can do during exams," she said. When the second book hit the table with a jarring slap, Sonya's expression froze, but he tried to keep her voice light. "You don't have to help, you know. I can pick up a few books on my own."
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Post by Mackenzie O'Sullivan on Nov 8, 2011 1:00:48 GMT -5
Mackenzie peeked, none too subtly, around a near by bookshelf. He could've sworn that he heard the sound of a young occamy smashing through the shelves and slamming into desks. He soon spotted the two slytherins and was almost disappointed when he didn't see the familiar feathered snake. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he wasn't at his farm right now and that the smaller student was in need of some assistance. He hurried over and started to scoop up books into his arm, ignoring the cold prefect barely helping. He decided he didn't really like him yet.
"What kinda class do you got to have to get this kind of study work? It right about came alive to take back all it's smarts from you." Chuckling at his own bad joke he strategically stacked the books he was carrying on the smaller students desk. Dodging the stuffy looking slytherin, he knelt down to finish staking most of the books in his arms.
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Post by Kaleb Austin on Nov 8, 2011 1:02:24 GMT -5
Kaleb turns to actually get a good look into her after she speaks. It's clear that he is likewise unimpressed by her attempts at humour, though it does, at least, encourage him to peer at her more deeply. Yes, blond, bright eyes, the whole nine yards and looks and whatnot. Regardless, he has to keep from crinkling his nose. Of course he has to help pick up her bloody books. Does she think he's stupid? Does she think he doesn't know that they'd probably be left there for him to be scolded about later for not keeping his house in check? It's happened before; he knows enough baffoons in Slytherin to make him a bit remorseful of not making it into Ravenclaw.
"Because you're doing such a wonderful job yourself, sitting there and watching me," he retorts dryly. As he goes to lift the third from the carpet, a fiery shape blazes up beside them and begins scooping literature at such a speed that Kaleb mistakes the Hufflepuff for the librarian herself.
Such is not the case, however, and, raising an eyebrow, he sets the final book on the table rather than drops it and glances at Sonya in a clearly 'are-you-seeing-what-I'm-seeing' manner. Who is this kid? What is he even doing? These are both silly questions, particularly for Kaleb, but the taller teenager is taking the word 'help' to a whole new level. At the speed he's stacking it could practically be a sport.
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Post by Mackenzie O'Sullivan on Nov 8, 2011 1:04:00 GMT -5
He finishes stacking most of the books back on the desk in record time. Score! Mackenzie looks up to the taller of the two from where he's sitting on the floor and flashes him an overly proud, dorky grin that makes his eyes squint. He might not like him but there's no point in loosing a chance to meet and great, right? "No point in being all snot nosed about the books mate. Just a little dust and paper to lift up." Mackenzie's face drops when he starts thinking. "Oh Jesus, maybe you're allergic to dust or something like that? Gosh sorry bud. Didn't mean to show you up or nothing, just doing what I can to help the little miss out."
Mac's brows furrow together as he frets over what else could be wrong with the boy and if he insulted him. But he soon perks up after a moment of thinking. "What else are you allergic too? Mites? Gremlins? I once herd about a kid who died after a serious case of the mumps but they said it was 'cause by an allergy to gremlins." He blabbered on and on hoping to get some information from his newest slytherin interest.
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Post by Sonya Burnquist on Nov 8, 2011 22:07:44 GMT -5
"I was getting to that," Sonya said, but managed to keep the edge out of her voice. At this point, she might have dropped any pretense of politeness with anyone else, but if there's one thing she had learned from her Muggle life, it was how to network. If someone had more power than you, it paid to try to get on their good side. She just had to figure out how to do that with Kaleb.
Sonya barely had time to languidly bend down and pick up the smallest book before Mackenzie had swooped in and grabbed most of them. Dazed by his sudden appearance, not to mention his strange joke, Sonya put her book on top of his neat pile. When she caught Kaleb's look, she gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, very much wanting him to understand she didn't know this inappropriately cheerful stranger. It wouldn't do for a prefect to think she associated with Hufflepuffs. Nevertheless, Mackenzie had done more than Kaleb to make sure she didn't have to do any clean up, so she decided she should at least acknowledge him.
"Ah, thank you." She smiled at Mackenzie as he gathered up the last of the books, but said nothing else. After all, she was sure he would go away when he finished picking up.
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Post by Kaleb Austin on Nov 9, 2011 0:44:50 GMT -5
Allergic to dust? Really? Kaleb has had about enough of this company. All he wanted was the seventh level book on configurations, but no. His nose crinkles up a bit at Mackenzie's pursuit of information. Even the thought of there being mites in the library is unsettling, and he hopes that a level of uncleanliness is never reached.
"Yes, actually. I am deathly allergic to stupidity," he drones in a level that is almost at the level of distasteful drawl of one Severus Snape. With that statement brought into the air, he coughs mockingly into his left palm and stares at Mackenzie all the while. Once his point is across, he reaches forward to divide Sonya's books into two piles, giving her a cynical stare in the process to impress the idea that should this happen again, he will be even more displease than he already is.
"And so, I will bid you both adieu to avoid a trip to the infirmary," he says finally, and shakes his head as he turns back down the row of books whence he came in the first place to leave Sonya to suffer Mackenzie on her own.
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Post by Sonya Burnquist on Nov 10, 2011 1:25:55 GMT -5
Sonya couldn't help but suppress a smile at the exchange between Mackenzie and Kaleb. It was satisfying to see the prefect get so quickly irritated. Then, Kaleb took his leave and the expression dropped off her face in the blink of an eye. Now she was alone with Mackenzie. Her eyes flickered to the stash of books she had gone through so much trouble to procure. If she left now, she'd have to track them all down later. After a moment of weighing her options, Sonya realized Mackenzie was talking to her, and with a little shake of her head, she looked back at him just in time to see his impression of the recently departed Slytherin. Sonya laughed, mostly out of surprise, even though it wasn't accurate.
"Yes, he's a riot, I'm sure. I'm Sonya. Sonya Burnquist." An old habit, she still added her surname with a little pause, like she had seen important people do in so many films. After only a moment of hesitation, she put her hand in Mackenzie's and let him shake it. "So," she said, more because she wasn't used to silence than because she really cared, "what are you studying?"
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