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- Liam
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- 30 (07/2007)
It was a rare sight. After that even doomsday was a very possible scenario. Minoas was spending time in the library, a place that he had only visited for small periods of time just to find quickly sources for his assignment and then leave immidiately as if he was allergic to the smell of crisp paper. Almost two weeks had passed since the beginning of the new school year and the library had began his new home. He hadn't seen his friends since last year. He hadn't even congratulated his best friend and sister Briar, for becoming a head girl. He had only seen her during quidditch try-outs but he wasn't really given the chance to chat with her. His free time was limited, having his assignments and his classes but at the same time, practising quidditch intensively, since it was given the chance to him to prove himself as a chaser. The reason why he was sparing so much of his valueable time in the silence of the library, wasn't because of some kind of demanding history essay. He was quite organized and he usually manage finishing his homework after the corresponding class, when he had the information fresh in his mind. The reason why books had became his new company was because he was determined to indulge himself in the mysterious world of spell making.
He had discovered an isolated wooden table, hidden in a forgotten corner of the library. It was blocked from the rest of the room by towering bookcases that worked like walls, offering just a small opening between them to communicate with the rest of the room. Minoas still hadn't really get used to the libary's surroundings although he had made himself feel like home. The hush of the library was so foreign, amplifying his heartbeat until he was sure that it was audible to everyone in the room. Books jostled for space on the shelves. Scrolls were covering his tables, unrolling to litter the floor with recipes and carpentry designs and the ancient smell of crumbling parchment filled the air. It was already midnight. He was sure that he was left alone in the library. He had remained quiet, he also turned off any source of light he had with him when he realised that the librarian was checking a few bookcases away, if the library was empty. Now he was using the dim light of a candle to read the book he had in front of him, among the seas of parchment, scrolls and textbooks. The title of the thick book was reading: Guide to Novice Spell Making, written in gold, fading laters against the leather. Minoas was completely absorbed, his elbow on another book refering to animagi that he was reading earlier, with his chin resting in his palm while his mouth was whispering the sentences his eyes were scanning.
He was reading about the elements and their role in spells. An important part of understanding the complexity of creating them. Even the most common spell, like the levitation spell, was based on an element. In particularly, wingardium leviosa was based on the element of wind, something that surprised Minoas who was now studying a long scroll containing the formula of that spell. It was harder than it sounded and far more complexed than the young lion was expecting. His head was aching half an hour now, since his attempt to comprehend how the spell's formula worked. However, greatness was achieved from small beginnings as it was his belief and Minoas wasn't going to give in to his horrible headache. He could use however, a short break. Five minutes now he was yawning uncontrollably and his eyes had blurred. He decided to have another look on a scroll about spells that had colorful jets as part of their effects and their differences from spells that were invisible and weren't accompanied by a jet of light. Symbolism was puzzling him. He was thankful for choosing ancient runes as his second elective subject. It was going to help in the end. As he was turning up side down the scroll to figure out a peculiar shaped rune, he didn't realise the presence that was approaching him from behind.
He had discovered an isolated wooden table, hidden in a forgotten corner of the library. It was blocked from the rest of the room by towering bookcases that worked like walls, offering just a small opening between them to communicate with the rest of the room. Minoas still hadn't really get used to the libary's surroundings although he had made himself feel like home. The hush of the library was so foreign, amplifying his heartbeat until he was sure that it was audible to everyone in the room. Books jostled for space on the shelves. Scrolls were covering his tables, unrolling to litter the floor with recipes and carpentry designs and the ancient smell of crumbling parchment filled the air. It was already midnight. He was sure that he was left alone in the library. He had remained quiet, he also turned off any source of light he had with him when he realised that the librarian was checking a few bookcases away, if the library was empty. Now he was using the dim light of a candle to read the book he had in front of him, among the seas of parchment, scrolls and textbooks. The title of the thick book was reading: Guide to Novice Spell Making, written in gold, fading laters against the leather. Minoas was completely absorbed, his elbow on another book refering to animagi that he was reading earlier, with his chin resting in his palm while his mouth was whispering the sentences his eyes were scanning.
He was reading about the elements and their role in spells. An important part of understanding the complexity of creating them. Even the most common spell, like the levitation spell, was based on an element. In particularly, wingardium leviosa was based on the element of wind, something that surprised Minoas who was now studying a long scroll containing the formula of that spell. It was harder than it sounded and far more complexed than the young lion was expecting. His head was aching half an hour now, since his attempt to comprehend how the spell's formula worked. However, greatness was achieved from small beginnings as it was his belief and Minoas wasn't going to give in to his horrible headache. He could use however, a short break. Five minutes now he was yawning uncontrollably and his eyes had blurred. He decided to have another look on a scroll about spells that had colorful jets as part of their effects and their differences from spells that were invisible and weren't accompanied by a jet of light. Symbolism was puzzling him. He was thankful for choosing ancient runes as his second elective subject. It was going to help in the end. As he was turning up side down the scroll to figure out a peculiar shaped rune, he didn't realise the presence that was approaching him from behind.
Out of Character:
- sorry, got carried away