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Post by asahria ryek' on Jan 24, 2013 19:17:20 GMT -5
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Asahria trailed her finger gently over the spine of the book, the cover worn and hard beneath her fingertips. Her eyes traced the lettering as her fingers fell upon the hard surface, which was the wooden shelf. Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them. This was the book, hopefully the book would lead her further in her studies. Clenching her fingers around the books surface she pulled it gently from it‘s home amongst the shelves, carefully cradling her hand before the other books as to keep them placed on the shelves. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the book weigh upon her fingers, the shelves still in tact. Thanks goodness, she had created another incident.
Asahria backed from the shelf, book held lightly against her chest as her free hand twirled strands of her hair about her fingers. The library was silent, given the time of day she hadn‘t really expected anyone to be inside. That was better she supposed then she could actually get some work done on this essay. She did though, long to be outside among the other students, enjoying the fresh spring air. Yet, here she was walking the silent aisles of the library, completing a scavenger hunt for her studies. Asahria pursed her lips and drew her hand from her hair letting straight blond tresses fall annoyingly before her eyes. She rolled her eyes in frustration before turning her attention to the only occupied table in the library. Her table.
She pulled the wooden chair from the table wincing slightly at the screech which resounded from the action. How she hated that sound. She closed her eyes gently as she set the book on the table, her palms laying flat against it as she took a place in her chair. She straightened her back and moved further back on the hard surface as she opened her eyes. They trailed to the growing pile of books which lay scattered among the table. A book on rare creatures lay open before her, her parchment laying haphazardly against it‘s surface. Other books lay scattered across the table some open, some yet untouched. What a chaos she had created, hopefully it wasn‘t to much a pain to return the books to their rightful place among the shelves.
Opening the book she skimmed slightly, her thumb moving quickly through the pages searching for the index. Why did the paper have to be assigned on such an infamous breed. Quizzically her eyes played upon the page searching for the word on the page, finding it quickly. Turning to the page she found herself in the same dismal mood as before. It was the same words which had occupied all the books.
The thestrals a rare breed are uncommonly known. They are populated in deep forested areas and can only be seen by those who have witnessed death first hand.
Asahria sighed in frustration as she drew her parchment toward her. Must it really be so difficult to write a classroom essay. It truly was hard to write a foot length of essay on the same words and she couldn‘t make it up as it would surely be noted as false information. On her paper was the scribbled letters which were her name and an all to common beginning. The thestral…. Of course it was all to common there was nothing to follow it up. Perhaps, A bitter reminder of death, as if that didn‘t sound ingenious. She ran her fingers through her hair and let her head fall against her book in frustration. Her blonde curls cascaded about her shoulders, laying haphazardly across the table. Perhaps, she would have been better off outside.
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Post by brian on Feb 27, 2013 5:56:35 GMT -5
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Brian was fairly new to the school and still trying to figure out his surroundings. It was fascinating coming to a school whose main purpose is to teach magic and other subjects that Brian has never heard of. At first he was overwhelmed by all this information and mumbo jumbo on the first day of his arrival, but he took it all in well enough to not freak out and head back home. This was much cooler than the schools in America and much more challenging. He likes an adventure and this certainly was a new one that he still couldn't fathom. How on earth is he going to make it through his first term when he's grown up as a normal human being!? His parents never prepared him for this. There are witches and wizards in this school, half-bloods like him, and so much more! Werewolves, vampires, elves, and all those mythical creatures he's heard in fairy tales or some fictional books. It definitely was...what's that word...wicked!
He wasn't all too sure where he was headed since there were so many corridors that he entered and exited. There were open doors to rooms that were vacant, but full of desks or some other kind of arrangement. He assumed that those were classrooms, which he has yet to step foot in since his schedule was still in its preparation stages. Tomorrow morning he should know all his classes and begin attending them with the rest of the students. It's too bad that he hasn't gotten to know many people since he came here, but his new roommate appears promising. Brian isn't really a shy guy and loves to socialize with everyone, but students here seem so much more different than the ones back home. At least they're used to dealing with newbs like him, but Brian was a little intimidated.
While thinking about his current situation and how to overcome these feelings, he happened upon a set of large doors that opened up to a vast library. It's like you could almost get lost in there! He was amazed by its size and quantity of books that he was drawn inside. What kind of books would this library contain? Were there magical books? Spells? Creatures? The past, present, and future? So many subjects came to mind and he was sparked by interest to explore the library from top to bottom. Though he could care less to read books, but when it's a library within a magical school, this has to be different from regular school libraries. He began walking down aisles, looking closely at some titles and trying to figure which section he was in. There were books on Astronomy, Herbology, and something about mathematics...his least favorite subject. Then there were magical creatures and he was interested in knowing if all he's heard in story books or films could possibly be true.
Mermaids, trolls, unicorns, and flying horses...what is this sorcery!? He grabbed a few books, some thicker than others, and kept them close as he continued to gather interesting titles. He wanted to know what he could possibly be getting into. Perhaps at a later time he could see if they have some books on music. That would be a relief if they had a section on composers and their music and unique instruments that he's never played before. He had enough books in his arms to keep him busy for the next hour and started looking for a table to sit at. There were plenty around, most occupied by students studying and writing essays, but he found a lone table past a blonde student and started heading in that direction. As he was passing by her table, he took a quick glance at the books she had sprawled all over her table, most of which are about magical creatures too. He lost his footing by stepping on his untied shoelace and fell forward with all his books. It wasn't exactly a loud tumble, but enough to grab some people's attention. "Well that's not the kind of attention I'd hope to make for myself," he mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed as he got to his knees and started to collect his books in a neat pile.
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Post by asahria ryek' on Feb 28, 2013 0:53:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Her head lay there against the table for some time, if there had been anything about Beauxbatons she hadn’t missed, it had been this. Before her year long absence Asahria had been adamant in her studies – every detail perfect and finished well before time. Upon her return she was finding it much harder to concentrate on anything school related, even those things that interested her. In the year past a lot had changed and Asahria was finding that her tenacity for achievement had been one of them. She’d been so eager to prove herself to everyone – her mother above all. After her mother’s death though she’d realized she no longer had anyone else to prove herself too. Her mother didn’t care anymore. Or at least if she did she couldn’t voice it. No longer head girl, she found that she really didn’t have to prove herself to anyone. No one really cared whether she succeeded and right now Asahria didn’t feel bothered to keep up the pretenses. The only person she had to prove anything to was herself. Books and scrolls were not what mattered to her though, not really. She’d come back for one reason and that didn’t even matter anymore.
With a hesitant sigh she lifted her head from the table, pushing her blonde curls back behind her shoulders. She really had quite the collection here. She supposed if she’d actually done all the reading she might find what it was she needed to complete her essay, but instead she’d only come across one measly line. Her motivation was lacking and while magical creatures fascinated her she wasn’t too eager about delving into the subject of thestrals. They were a symbol of death after all and her mother’s death was still too close at heart for the subject to be of any interest. If anything it was only bringing her mood down and she was tired of feeling the way she was. It was time that she found herself out of this rut and began to enjoy life again. After all she was back where she belonged. Beauxbatons more a home than hers had ever been. She was surrounded in beauty and so many lovely people. Perhaps it was time that she let go of the past and seek out new company. It’d help rid her of all the plaguing thoughts of the year past.
She’d barely reached for her quill, when a sudden commotion drew her attention just beyond the table. Her blue eyes flashed wide as a boy in front of her collapsed beneath the table. Her hand covered her mouth as she winced at his fall, but worked to stifle a laugh. It wasn’t particularly funny, but she’d created a similar situation sometime before. One could never walk suavely away from a fall in the library as there was always at least one other to notice the mishap. It was the library after all, any unwarranted noise drew attention. Standing, she leaned across the table peeking over the edge. Asahria just managed to catch his words as his stature met her gaze. He was unfamiliar and from appearances she assumed to be fairly new here, which she was sure only served to deepen his humiliation. I wouldn’t be worried. It happens all the time. She said with a smile, coming around the table to help him with his stack of books.
She was surprised at the sheer number of them, each binding sporting a different title. This is quite the collection you’ve got here. She said almost quizzically as she worked to stack them neatly on the table, where her books were scattered in utter disarray. She offered a bright smile to the boy, hoping to ease his discomfort. She remembered exactly how embarrassed she’d been when she’d managed to scatter the contents of almost an entire shelf all over the floor. Are you studying anything in particular… or just reading She asked as she picked up another, scanning it in her small hands. It seemed that whatever the case, he was a bit more eager to pick up on his studies than she was. Asahria stood when the majority of the books had been removed from their place on the ground offering a hand to the stranger. Any attention is better than none, by the way. I’m Asahria. Pleased to meet you.
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