Theory of Dead Trees Vs. Gravity

[Scarlett Vittori]

With a deep breath, Scarlet Joussane entered the library quietly. She didn't think she ever had any hard time entering such a part of the school. In fact, sometimes, she found comfort within the room filled with books despite her lack of ability to fully comprehend most of them. She used to stay here to read leisurely in fact, and most of the time, she spent her time here to study and to do her homework. But over the course of two years, she had barely been alone whenever she entered these doors. And right now, it just felt so lonely entering them alone. This was one of those times that she wished he still considered her as her friend, and not like this when he can barely stand to look at her. She had been coming out of her shell, she was making great progress, but when he started to ignore her, it was like she just wanted to throw away all of that. Like how he seemed to throw away their friendship. And so, she reverted back to her quiet self, and even went back a couple of paces. She never interacted with anyone else except when needed. She sat at the very back of class. And if she knew that joining quidditch wouldn't have had any effect, she wouldn't have tried out. And if she knew she'd be feeling this lonely, she would have never entered the library again.

The young Hufflepuff had gone straight to the Care of Magical Creatures section though she knew not why. It was her feet that mostly decided where to go. She had been stupid though. Why did she go there? That was probably one of the classes that she and Jake had a lot of fond memories of. Kind of not hard to have them considering she had been dragged countless times to a class she wasn't a part of until the professor had just decided that she be part of it because of her frequent attendance. The young girl sighed. She was a hopeless case. She wanted to chase away the loneliness, but here she was, holding on to it. Deciding that she would not waste her time standing around, she scanned the shelves for a book that she would read and her eye caught one, though she doubted she'll reach it. She had to try though. Scar stood on her tiptoes and reached for the book as best as she could while holding on to the shelves. Though of course, she was absolutely on bad terms with fate for as she reached the book, she had pulled several of them down with it along with countless dust and pushed the other books on the shelves forward, causing a lot of other books to fall down to the next aisle with several loud thuds. She had really done it now.
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[Hamish Kaster]

It was Hamish's first year, and while he had been excited to receive his letter, not he was wondering whether school was the right thing for him. Perhaps it would have been better to stay with his sister, Bethany, even though she could annoy him at times. Like now, actually. He felt lonely, but he was not one to speak to others. In fact, he went out of his way to avoid speaking to anyone here, and so far he had been accomplishing this rather well. There were occasions he had to talk, such as when professors spoke to him, or when someone asked him a question and he could not avoid answering, but otherwise, he had no friends, and he was perfectly happy with that. He didn't need friends when he had himself to keep him company. Talking to others made him uncomfortable, which would probably be incredibly surprising to anyone that knew his older siblings, who were all big personalities and wanting to impose their wills upon others. Fortunately, he was the only one with the name Kaster here, and that meant he had a clean slate to work with and no need to meet up with others. He was a stranger.

Hamish entered the library and looked around. He had homework that he was going to do, but not turn in because he didn't work like that. He refused to show interest in the classes - mostly because they were super boring. But he would still do the work assigned in his private time. He wandered through the aisle slowly, looking at each title as he was not entirely sure what it was he was looking for, but he assumed he would know once he found it. Or, in this case, it found him. For, just as Hamish knelt down to fetch a book from the lower shelf, half a dozen books higher up came raining down on him, narrowly avoiding hitting his head, but only because he covered it.

With an irritated expression, Hamish looked upwards to try and find the culprit, and found that it was a much older girl. Taking a level in wisdom, he decided to bite his tongue and not tell the girl off, as she would know spells he couldn't dream of, and probably hex the crap out of him. Instead, he began picking up the book silently, trying to ignore the stinging pains on his back from where the pointy books had hit him on their way down.
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[Scarlett Vittori]

Scarlet had led a pretty peaceful life in her four years in Hogwarts. Or at least as peaceful at it could be when you're studying magic and had two hyperactive friends. And though she had quite as easily lost the latter, she had never done something quite as stupid as this. Sure, she was clumsy and quite an idiot, which she was not really afraid to admit to herself, but she had always made sure that it was her and her alone that got hurt by her own stupidity. But, of course, fate just absolutely loved to toy with people. Not just her really, but also the poor soul that had probably gotten crushed by the landslide of thick books from a high shelf. The very thought of it had horrified the Hufflepuff to extreme lengths that she had cursed herself for not checking almost instantly if whoever she had dropped books on was remotely okay. Smacking her forehead, she quickly rushed to the neighboring aisle, leaving a wake of scattered books where she came from.

Within a few seconds, Scarlet was already staring, or probably gawking, at the person she had most probably caused injuries to. She really didn't know if this was a good thing or bad thing because the other party just happened to be so obviously younger than her! Sure, if it was someone older she would have probably been murdered or something less, but this was someone younger! She didn't want to give the kid some kind of trauma! With a sigh, the Hufflepuff calmed herself down as she tried to reign in her scattering and very wild thoughts. The young girl opted to help the boy pick up the books as she tried to avoid looking at him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. Do you... uh... wanna go to the hospital wing?" she whispered though she knew not if the boy had heard her. Hopefully, he had. She really didn't want to speak louder than necessary, and hopefully, she hadn't made him deaf with brain damage. She seriously hoped that was currently not the case.
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