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Isaiah Jeffreys had found himself in the library surrounded by books. This was not altogether a surprising thing for the young Ravenclaw. The boy loved books and he loved learning. However, rather than for casual reading he was in the library with a purpose. A purpose which was to learn all that he could about magical creatures before the next lesson. He had taken Care of Magical Creatures just as a way of filling up his time table he'd had to take something but had really fallen in love with it after just the first two lessons. He thought the creatures were incredible. He thought the Professor was pretty awesome too, she seemed to love her work. She had made the first two lessons by far more interesting that anything he'd ever taken before and that was saying something because Isaiah enjoyed what most people would call super boring long History of Magic lectures. It was annoying to him that in the last lesson he'd not really got to pet any of the animals due to the fact that he'd had quidditch practice that he couldn't miss, with a game coming up it was crucial for him to be at practice. However he was happy to be able to be a part of the team and he now found himself in the library later in that day with Care of Magical creatures books surrounding him.
Isaiah was reading the various books carefully absorbing every word with his keen mind, his mind focused. The words, the pictures of the creatures, their magnificence and though some where exceeding dangerous or dark, he still loved it. There was just something about that subject which grabbed his passions with both hands. It made sense in his head really when he thought about it: having always created monsters in his stories. It was funny to him to see that some of his imaginings were not far off the reality of the magical creatures he was to study. He could not see thestrals in real life but he thought they were fascinating: just incredible to him. Amazing in every possible way, though they were still dark. It was not a good thing perhaps to be able to see them Isaiah knew this but he wondered what they looked like in person rather than seeing them in a picture or well a drawing. As Isaiah turned the next page, keen to keep reading, there was a slight crash not far from where he was sat. He looked up startled by the suddenness of the crashing noise. He closed the book carefully, marking his spot with a bit of scrap parchment so he wouldn't lose his place though he didn't think that would be such a bad thing. He followed where he thought the noise had come from and then spotted it, "Are you alright?" he asked the person who appeared to have fallen, "Do you want a hand?" he asked, Isaiah was not particularly tall but he was offering his help nonetheless.
Isaiah was reading the various books carefully absorbing every word with his keen mind, his mind focused. The words, the pictures of the creatures, their magnificence and though some where exceeding dangerous or dark, he still loved it. There was just something about that subject which grabbed his passions with both hands. It made sense in his head really when he thought about it: having always created monsters in his stories. It was funny to him to see that some of his imaginings were not far off the reality of the magical creatures he was to study. He could not see thestrals in real life but he thought they were fascinating: just incredible to him. Amazing in every possible way, though they were still dark. It was not a good thing perhaps to be able to see them Isaiah knew this but he wondered what they looked like in person rather than seeing them in a picture or well a drawing. As Isaiah turned the next page, keen to keep reading, there was a slight crash not far from where he was sat. He looked up startled by the suddenness of the crashing noise. He closed the book carefully, marking his spot with a bit of scrap parchment so he wouldn't lose his place though he didn't think that would be such a bad thing. He followed where he thought the noise had come from and then spotted it, "Are you alright?" he asked the person who appeared to have fallen, "Do you want a hand?" he asked, Isaiah was not particularly tall but he was offering his help nonetheless.
I hope this suits! Apologies for the slight god-mod