Unlikely Friends?

[Dahlia Beauregard]

The library at Hogwarts was one of the very few places where Dahlia felt like she could simply relax and think. All the drama from being in Slytherin was taking its toll. Dahlia more than once thought she was slowing morphing into her father. But here, surrounded by walls of leather bound volumes, she found peace. Instead of being forced to read the long and dark accounts of bloody wars past, she was now sifting through a book of magical creatures. Threstrals were something interesting she thought. Her slender fingers had slid to the base of the page, preparing to turn to the next page, when loud cracks awoke her from her state of ease.

She swore underneath her breath and sat her book aside to investigate. The noise was coming from near the back rows, and she hastily made her way there. She had percieved she'd been the only student in the library, but she was apparently wrong as she spotted a tall figure. Coming closer, she stealthily hid behind the aisle behind him to earn a closer look. His clothing identified him as a first year Racenclaw, but he could have easily mistaken for a prefect. His features seemed older, and were sharp and chiseled. She hastily bit down on her bottom lip to keep from gasping as she witnessed him use his slim fingers to rake books from the walls. He paused for a moment and stooped on one knee to extract a rather beautiful looking tome up from the floor. Roughly flipping it open, his other hand disappeared in his robes.

When his hand had resurfaced, Dahlia saw a crude looking grey stick in his hand, it bore a black cap, and he popped it off and began to lower the point of the tool down to the open book. Dahlia yelled and charge towards him, trying to wrestle the book from out of his hand.

 

[Silus Hollister]

There's no other way to say it. Silus Hollister was pissed. Still angry about being sorted into Ravenclaw wasn't helping his mood, but the main reason as to why he was entering the library to trash books,was that he hadn't seen the girl he had taken a liking to. He could never her control his emotions easily, and reason wasn't in his bloodstream. Scowling, he whipped through the entrance and passed aisle after aisle of the disgusting things known as books. Disgusting pieces of unessasary s*** they were to him. He was now near the very back of the library when he stopped to scan a row of especially rich looking leather-bound books.

Satisfied, he began to knock books off and onto the floor with loud claps, not caring on the level of noise his petty tantrum of sorts caused. There wasn't anyone else in the whole d**n room. He found it, an enormous dusty old time with its leather bindings in a stain glass design. Forcing it open, he reached in his pockets and withdrew one of his many black sharpies. He'd removed the lid and was lowering it to the pages when he heard someone yell, and looked down in suprise to find a girl attempting to wrench the book he held out of his hands. Not expecting this at all, the tome was successfully ripped out of his grasp.

"What the f*** is this?!" He demanded, still furious, but confusion now toyed with his mind. The girl let out a hiss and glared wickedly at Silus. He was taken aback, but jerked the book right back out of her hands. "What do you think you're doing? Who are you?!"She shrieked. Silus roughly threw the book to the floor, it's pages splayed in many different directions, and growled. "I asked you a question first you, meddling b***." She stopped hissing, but continued to shoot daggers at him.