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[Rudolf Lagowski]

"Come ooon, it's not that bad!" insisted Rudolf, who had not dragged his twin all the way up to the fourth floor corridor just to give up now. Reuben would spend some time in the library, and he would like it. The Gryffindor prised his brother's fingers from the door frame and gave him one final shove into the room, closing the door behind him and brushing his hands triumphantly. "There. See?" Correctly assuming that Reuben might try to make a break for it, Rudolf took him swiftly by the arm and dragged him to a desk between two towering bookshelves. He sat him down and gave him a thoughtful look. "You'd better not touch anything in here. It might die of shock. I'll get you the books you need."

Rudolf flounced off, leaving his brother to grumble miserably about every mean thing the Gryffindor had ever done to him. When he returned a few moments later, his arms were piled so high with books he could rest his chin on top of them. "Here," he said, dropping them onto the desk and pointing to them in turn. "There's Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Astronomy." Rudolf stood back and shoved his hands where he thought his hips were, waiting for a thank you he was really rather unlikely to receive.

 

[Reuben Pendleton]

"Noo, pleaseee," wailed Reuben, who had managed to make the trip from the ground floor to the fourth last nearly an hour by getting 'distracted' by various things along the way. He didn't want to go inside the library. In fact, he was quite proud of having never stepped foot in the place. It was one of the Hufflepuff's many achievements that probably sounded better in his head than it did coming out of his mouth, but he still expressed it with great delight at any and every opportunity. Eventually, his fingers could grip the door frame no longer, and he stumbled into the library with a gloomy air of defeat. He glanced hopefully back at the door, but Rudolf was quicker. "Harhar," he said as he slumped into a chair and rested his elbows on the table. "This is so not fair," he muttered to himself when Rudolf left him alone to find the books he needed for that semester. "He never cares about what I want. This is just like that day with the horses. No, it's worse. It's like when Dad built us that treehouse. Urgh!"

A loud slam made Reuben sit up straight at once. He watched with dismay as his brother explained what they were. "That's only three subjects?" he choked. "How am I going to read all those in less tha- HuaaaaaarghDamide!" The Hufflepuff broke off his complaint to grin and point across the library. Sure enough, studying in the corner with his pet rat was none other than the Ravenclaw they had pranked with puking pastilles the previous year. As if his exclamation alone hadn't alerted the boy to the twins' presences, Reuben jumped up and bolted across the room. Anything not to have to study. "Hi Damide!" he said when he reached the back of his chair, peering nosily over his shoulder at what he was reading. "Found any cupcakes lying around recently?"

 

[Damide Snow]

Silence, melancholy, peace. Ahhh, this was what he'd been searching for, today. Damide didn't even have to study this afternoon. Exams were a month away, and all he wanting to do was set himself up with a good book on archaeology and ancient curses to doze the hours away. The book the Ravenclaw second year had picked was almost half his size, which hopefully granted him obscurity, but he should have known better. Dami's portable pains-in-the-arses had sharp eyes, and when he heard his (bastardized!) name hurled at him from over the bound parchment, he shrank in his seat and held the book up higher.

Reuben and Rudolf, the twins from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, had made it their mission to pester him whenever they passed by in the hallways. Occasionally they even stumbled upon one another whilst exploring, Damide strictly for 'mapping purposes' and the twins likely making mischief. He'd never dreamt that they'd come to the library, of all places, but perhaps he was underestimating them. Although Reuben (or was it Rudolph?) abandoned his studies as soon as he'd seen his neatly combed dark head of hair.

"If I did, I'd make sure to feed them to you first," Damide muttered irritably. For some reason, he wanted to hide the tome he had resting on his forearms. Studying for fun was super uncool.​