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- Fir Wand 14 1/8" Essence of Sphinx Remains
It was difficult to deal with a lot of business related to educational things. There were notes to take down in this and that class, there was always the constant pressure to aim for good grades and the watchful eyes of Professor Styx on his prefects almost felt that they were perched on her shoulder. Everything seemed to be like a forest fire. The gossip could spread rapidly and effectively, as if the spirit of RHI was in every student's body. People around her were starting to date and grow up which Artemis thought was still awkward. Lessons were picking up speed and tasks. Besides from that, the notes she took terribly needed tidy revision. From afar, they appeared to be scribbles and scratched out words. In other terms, she thought of it as litter; parchment turned to trash that contained her most important notes of all the classes she took. Artemis Jackson thought that today was the perfect day to do that kind of modification in the library. The place were books resided was mostly quiet, save for the whispered giggles of students that reserved a corner for their "study laughing sessions." Whatever they talked about was nothing of obvious importance since nobody really payed any attention to them except for themselves and their inner circle of friends. Forgetting about that, Artemis held what she needed and slung it over her shoulder. Now was the time to meet the person she was nervous yet secretly eager to be with.
The soft taps of footsteps faded in the hallway as she reached the huge oak doors of the library. There were the usual amount of students seated on the many tables or leaning on a massive bookshelf. The Slytherin prefect cast a small nod at the librarian in charge. He was writing something - paperwork that involved the students who submitted their borrowed books late. Nothing was interesting in that kind of occupation and what a bore it would be if Artemis would have her eyes read names of students all day. The chilly air of the library did not affect her; courtesy of the school robes she was wearing with muggle clothes underneath. The section that had the fewest people was where Artemis made her way to, so that the buzz of whispers would best be avoided. She remembered telling her study mate via owl that she would be wherever section had the least number of individuals. Artemis thought that it was a little downright weird and mysterious to write something like that. However, that was her truth. Spotting the best choice of a table that suited two people, Artemis approached it with a thin line etched on her lips. She was excited and slightly nervous but, what was there to be so self conscious about?
The table was square-ish and there were some scratches on it that made it look several years old. Artemis payed no notice to those very small details and began to work with the contents of her bag. There were two sets of parchment - one was the one that contained her notes and the other one was a fresh set to start writing them in a cleaner manner. Artemis had her quill too and the ink bottle stored inside and she reached for it swiftly to put it on the table. The notes for Care of Magical Creatures were placed on the table along with new parchment. The blonde just needed to rewrite her words for the day and ask a few questions to the person that would soon accompany her. Artemis crossed her legs and undid the lid of the ink bottle. The tip of the quill soon made contact with the dark liquid of the ink and scribbled down the notes that she took during the first lesson of Care of Magical Creatures. Oblivion regarding the world surrounding suddenly took over her mind and all she heard were her thoughts and the papers that were turned back and forth by the other people from the other tables. Blissful silence, it was.
The soft taps of footsteps faded in the hallway as she reached the huge oak doors of the library. There were the usual amount of students seated on the many tables or leaning on a massive bookshelf. The Slytherin prefect cast a small nod at the librarian in charge. He was writing something - paperwork that involved the students who submitted their borrowed books late. Nothing was interesting in that kind of occupation and what a bore it would be if Artemis would have her eyes read names of students all day. The chilly air of the library did not affect her; courtesy of the school robes she was wearing with muggle clothes underneath. The section that had the fewest people was where Artemis made her way to, so that the buzz of whispers would best be avoided. She remembered telling her study mate via owl that she would be wherever section had the least number of individuals. Artemis thought that it was a little downright weird and mysterious to write something like that. However, that was her truth. Spotting the best choice of a table that suited two people, Artemis approached it with a thin line etched on her lips. She was excited and slightly nervous but, what was there to be so self conscious about?
The table was square-ish and there were some scratches on it that made it look several years old. Artemis payed no notice to those very small details and began to work with the contents of her bag. There were two sets of parchment - one was the one that contained her notes and the other one was a fresh set to start writing them in a cleaner manner. Artemis had her quill too and the ink bottle stored inside and she reached for it swiftly to put it on the table. The notes for Care of Magical Creatures were placed on the table along with new parchment. The blonde just needed to rewrite her words for the day and ask a few questions to the person that would soon accompany her. Artemis crossed her legs and undid the lid of the ink bottle. The tip of the quill soon made contact with the dark liquid of the ink and scribbled down the notes that she took during the first lesson of Care of Magical Creatures. Oblivion regarding the world surrounding suddenly took over her mind and all she heard were her thoughts and the papers that were turned back and forth by the other people from the other tables. Blissful silence, it was.