Parker Fitzgerald
September 02, 2017 3:46 AM
I don't normally read, but... by Parker Fitzgerald
Parker had found himself wandering the halls of the school. He told himself that if anyone stopped him he would say it was so he could find his classes, but really, he just wanted to explore.As he walked along the halls he kept running into interesting weird things.
He walked down a hall to find the hospital wing and some stairs with something carved in it. He thought he heard steps coming down the stairs so he turned around and headed another direction.
He had passed a few different portraits of people who moved. One of them, a gentleman who looked like a cross between a British lord and a cowboy had taken off his hat and bowed. This had caused Parker to turn around thinking there might be someone else around. When he realized there wasn't, Parker merely bowed back to the portrait and continued walking down the halls.
Moving portraits. How wild.
At one point he came upon a painting...or picture of what looked like a zombie, when he went up to examine it the picture moved and he ran down the hall in the opposite direction. He wasn't sure if the creature could come out of the painting or not, but he wasn't taking a chance.
At last he stumbled upon the library. He hadn't been a reader like his friend who always carried a book with her back home, but he had found books useful from time to time. As long as the chapters were short enough that he could stand up and do something inbetween them, or they taught him a bit about plants, animals, or native myths he felt he could read.
Parker began to wander the aisles randomly picking up books and putting them back, not really paying attention to what was in his hands, merely touching them and feeling their textures was interesting enough.
As Parker picked up a book that had a picture of a wizard riding a horse, he remembered his past conversation with Jasmine and his face went a bit red. He tried to remember the type of horse she described as big as dumbo.. Abrax maybe?
Parker decided that maybe he needed help so he turned around to find someone who might know where the computer catalog was where he could look up book topics.
In mid-stride down the aisle he stopped.
They don't have computers do they. How do I figure out where to find a book if I need one.
"God damnit" he said out loud, then looked up to see if there was anyone around who heard him.
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Jennifer White
September 26, 2017 3:24 PM
Me neither by Jennifer White
As term drew on a bit, homework assignments started to be handed out, and Jen found herself needing to frequent the library. As an Aladren she was inevitably more than most students in other Houses anyway, but she wasn’t exactly a keen reader. She liked to keep up with her studies, but she didn’t need to be top of the class. She’s prefer listening to music over reading a book any day. In fact lots of things were preferable to books: skateboarding, doodling with ink on her fingernails, even riding a broomstick was starting to be fun. None of those things were likely to help her with charms homework, though. So, to the library it was.As always, Jen was wearing wide-legged jeans with torn hems that scuffed across the floor, but it was warm inside today, in her opinion, so she’d stuffed a black hoodie into her bag just in case, but her skinny arms were bare beyond the sleeves of her black t-shirt with a white motif of a sugar skull on the front, and the couple of black-and-pink plastic beaded bracelets on her wrists. Her short, mousy brown hair was loose as usual, and Jen readjusted the black, rectangular frames of her glasses as she peered at the titles emblazoned on the spines of the myriad books lining the shelves.
The assignment was broad, about using charms to alter physical characteristics of items for use in hobbies or recreation, and Jen wasn’t sure where to start. There were obviously several sports that both employed, and inhibited the use of, a variety of charms within their rules, and several other, inherently non-magical pastimes that witches and wizards still might improve upon with a handy charm here and there. Basically her plan was to find something relevant in a textbook as a starting point, and progress from there.
She hadn’t gotten very far, however, when another student strode down the aisle and then uttered a mild oath as he stopped. Jen regarded him with her eyebrows raised, in an expression of polite interest that perhaps invited the stranger to explain himself. The words that exited her mouth were not entirely incongruent. “You alright?” she asked, with the tone of someone who suspected he might not, in fact, be alright, but that it might not be her problem to fix.
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Parker Fitzgerald
September 27, 2017 4:54 AM
Sorry 'bout that by Parker Fitzgerald
Parker turned towards the voice. His converse shoes squeaking on the floor. The girl was sitting with a text book in front of her and looked a bit like the skaters at his old muggle school. Parker wondered briefly if people skateboarded in the wizarding world."Umm..." Parker thought a minute about whether to tell her the truth, and then decided what the hell. "I just realized this library probably doesn't have a computer to search on where to find a book, and I honestly don't know how to search for a book. Though I'm also not sure how much I want to find any books at the moment. I'm kind of meandering."
Parker was conscious that she probably didn't care for that much information, but in the end he might as well say it all. Looking at her though, she seemed familiar.
"I'm sorry, are we in the same Potions class?" he asked, genuinely interested, as he was still trying to figure out who was in what class and also, how to make friends at this school.
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Jen White
October 03, 2017 4:05 PM
Apology accepted by Jen White
The other student was a first year Jen hadn’t spoken to yet (she hadn’t spoken to most of the first years, actually, because she wasn’t exactly the most social butterfly in the desert, and this kid was included in that majority). He was wearing converse which earned him a check in the right column. Anyone who said you shouldn’t judge people by appearances clearly had never been a teenager free to choose their own clothes. Besides, she was doing him a solid by judging him by his clothes, because the words falling out of his mouth were a sure way to get checks in the other column: the one that meant Jen would need to avoid him in future.“Okay chill out,” she suggested first, holding up her hands as a barrier to his fast stream of sounds. Then before she’d had chance to consider his multi-faceted query, he subjected another. This was at least more simple to answer, but Jen wasn’t counting that as a positive quality. She put two long-fingered hands on a set of bony hips and surveyed him with hazel eyes. “Yes, we’re in potions together,” she assumed. “We will have all our classes together, because you are in first year and I am in second year and that’s kinda how we roll here,” she elaborated, sounding a little bored, but not too sardonic as he was new here. Maybe he hadn’t got the hang of everything yet.
“I’m Jen,” she said, smiling a bit. She wasn’t anti-social, she just didn’t need to be friends with everyone. Life was too short for losers. “Yeah the no tech element of magic school can take some getting used to,” she nodded once in empathy. “The books are laid out in reasonably logical sections,” she lingered on the word ‘reasonably’ to indicate sometimes you found a book more by luck than judgement, “so getting to know the layout is a good start. You can always ask the older students or the librarian, but heads up, he is a little ….” Jen hesitated, unsure how to phrase an adequate description of Mr Fox-Reynolds. “Archaic,” she landed on with some victory. “In a creepy way.” It was worth the clarification.
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