- Messages
- 581
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 5/2018
It had been a long time since Nephrolepis had ventured back into the huge library on the fouth floor. In fact, it had been a long time since she'd bothered doing much at all. Lessons were feeling dull, and she hadn't really spoken to any of her friends for a few days. Since the loss of her sister's baby, which had actually happened a fair time ago, Nephy had only felt devastation, instead of the normal things a 12 year old should be feeling. Her adventurous self was still around, though, and she now spent most of her time outdoors in the gardens, or reflecting upon herself by the lake. Sometimes a fellow first year would join her, but she found herself only just bothering to reply. The world was pretty distant, and she desperately needed something to cheer her up.
Why Nephrolepis had assumed the library would be a good place for feeling better, she wasn't sure. But the smell of old leather books and the sound of pages being turned by a small boy in a corner instantly bought a long lost smile to her face. She hadn't realized that she could be so happy around books - something so simple and yet great. Not planning on reading anything, she gathered up a few books from the shelves and sat herself down at a small table, which had two seats. One was empty, and one was occupied by herself. Still smiling, though not so much with happiness as being content, she began to flick through the pages of the random books she had picked up. One of them was about magical creatures, one about potions of some kind, but she never did find out what the last one was about, as she was startled by a noise behind her.
Why Nephrolepis had assumed the library would be a good place for feeling better, she wasn't sure. But the smell of old leather books and the sound of pages being turned by a small boy in a corner instantly bought a long lost smile to her face. She hadn't realized that she could be so happy around books - something so simple and yet great. Not planning on reading anything, she gathered up a few books from the shelves and sat herself down at a small table, which had two seats. One was empty, and one was occupied by herself. Still smiling, though not so much with happiness as being content, she began to flick through the pages of the random books she had picked up. One of them was about magical creatures, one about potions of some kind, but she never did find out what the last one was about, as she was startled by a noise behind her.