Post by jacqueline on Mar 28, 2011 1:35:36 GMT 1
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baby get up open your eyes now
THE WORLD'S WAKING UP YOU'LL REALIZE WE'LL WALK TO THE BEAT SO
SUDDENLY WHILE WE MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS WILL LAST FOREVER WE
Dust mites drifted through the air between shelves, settling themselves on any flat surface they could find. The wooden planks, the bindings of the books, the glossy oak tables... They floated unseen and unheard. The only things to give them away were the brass braziers along the walls, firelight catching each tiny molecule at precisely the right time.
The library was a beautiful place, though underrated by the majority of Hogwarts' population unless they needed a book for an assignment. Long-paned windows stretched across the far wall, from which you could see a great portion of the grounds. And rows of shelves and tables consumed the rest of the area. As if a silencing charm had been placed on all of its inhabitants, a deathly quiet hung in the air, save for a few muffled whispers and the crinkle of turning parchment. As for Jacqueline? Well, she loved just about everything about it. From the way it looked to the way it smelled (like book glue, parchment, and wood finish) to the quiet and even to the way it made her feel. Really, at ease. It was like life was set in slow motion here. And no one could put her down in a silent library... It was, in all definitions of the word, safe.
Jacqueline had wandered in and placed all of her materials (none of which she really needed to read a book) at one of the many tables, and now she picked herself up to wander around the aisles. There weren't many students here, but it was early morning, which meant the rest of her peers were probably still asleep or were wandering into the Great Hall to eat their breakfast. The best time to visit the library, she thought. When it was at its quietest, and there were less students around to snoop on what you happened to be reading. As it was, however, Jacqueline would not be reading any of her usual stuff. Today was dedicated purely to schoolwork, which was quite a lot less exciting. But, she was a procrastinator, and she needed to get this done sooner rather than later, otherwise it never would be.
Finding the necessary books to begin her work, Jacquelinee stumbled back to her table and let her armload fall on top f it with a satisfied grin. She then pulled her chair out and plopped down. Pulling her things closer and organizing them accordingly, she began her work with a deep sigh. Time to get busy.