And the world keeps turning

After sending the note back towards Dory, Sirius found himself pleased. His response was sure to make her anticipate their meeting. Of course he knew already that she wanted him. It was nothing new at all, he's had many girls fight for his attention and he willingly obliged each and every one of them. Though never has a relationship gone past a few days. Sirius had a reputation of being able to have his way with the ladies, and it was legendary right along side his exploits as a Marauder. Some would think him to be cocky and arrogant but not one of them could deny the simple truth of the matter. A satisfying notion overcame him at the thought of what Dory must me thinking, she must be overcome with joy. He could tell by the look in her eye when they spoke she was entranced by his charm. 'And here I thought that this visit to the library would be boring and uneventful' Sirius thought to himself. Though he should be working on his project with Lily, he couldn't help himself but to take a small pleasure playing this little game. Remus and James seemed not to notice to much as they sat there quietly keeping to themselves. With a shrug of his shoulders Sirius ran a hand through his hair as he awaited for the boring study time to begin.

Leaning back in his chair making himself comfortable Sirius started to drift off into another daydream esque daze. Though nothing in particular ran through his mind, it must of been quite a sight to see. His capacity for learning had it's limits and after classes were over with Sirius hated that he had to do homework and study. Especially having a partner as one Lily Evans. And to top all that off it was probably his worst subject, potions. How he hated the class, having to measure precise amounts and watch the solution cook in a big black pot. It was necessary however, no matter how much he despised it. Bringing himself out of his daze Sirius saw out of the corner of eye something floating yet again. Snatching it out of the air he once again opened with his wand and read the contents. As he suspected it was a note confirming they're meeting. She decided to hold it in the gardens after hours. That was fine with him and he would say so in his reply. But her next statement seemed to cause Sirius to laugh aloud for a moment. Did she actually think she could keep up with Sirius Black? I guess in her mind she did, but he wasn't about to let her think she could handle him. She was in his territory now and this is where he made the rules. Grinning as hard as one could Sirius retrieved another piece of parchment and dipped his quill in the black ink and wrote.




With the reply Sirius rolled the parchment up and returned it back from whence it came.

Seated at the small table by the entrance, Augustus reached inside his bag to withdraw a feather quill. Twirling it around his fingers, he bit his lip as he contemplated on how to start the his proposal to work at the Ministry of Magic. Suddenly he heard an uncertain cough at his elbow. With an encouraging smile, Augustus nodded toward Abigail Cuttenworth, the Hufflepuff first year he agreed to tutor History of Magic to last month. Shifting his position in the library chair, Augustus Rookwood stretched his arms overhead and covered up a loud yawn that escaped his mouth. As the old librarian gave him a disapproving glare over the ruckus he made, Augustus gave her an apologic smile and mimicked being quiet. For his boyish efforts, he earned a tight half smile and nod from the old croon. Augustus knew the old woman had a soft spot for him as he was usually in the library tutor one student or another on any subject. Quite pathetic it was, that people can be so easily tricked over what they believed to be good acts. Turning his head, Augustus rolled his blue eyes in annoyance and leaned back.

Having to play the part of the good pompous prefect wasn’t as bad as he expected it to be. With his excellent grades in nearly every subject, Augustus found that many assumed that he was that type to begin with. Provided with the fact that he spent a few times a week tutoring first years in his spare time, it was like a golden shine to his reputation. Knowing that his reputation was essential to the Dark Lord’s plan to conquer, Augustus knew that his flawless reputation will help greatly in becoming a spy in the Ministry of Magic. With the thought of the future ahead of him, it was hardly any trouble to act the part of the pompous prefect. None at all compared to the riches he would receive.

“Is this conclusion okay for this essay, Augustus?” Abigail suddenly asked as she shoved her parchment at her tutor with anxiety written all over her innocent face.

Grasping the essay in his hands, Augustus’s mind still on the Dark Lord and the honor he would receive upon his master’s reign. With a smile on his face, he nodded more to himself then the little girl with a slight gleam in his eyes. “It will end just perfectly.” Noting the confused look on Abigail's face, he coughed to cover up his blunder. "I mean I think if you added a bit more information about how the Gobin's Rebellion in 1637 helped the Gobin rights now, it would be perfect." Augustus said as he pointed to several parts of the essay. Glancing around the library once more, he saw several Death Eaters, both close and not. Careful to not show any emotion on his face, he let out a tired sigh and turned away.

Bertha Jorkins walked into the library, dreadfully planning how she would take on the pile of homework she had been assigned. She was not a bookworm, nor was she a complete slaker. She sat down at an empty table, not allowing herself to socailized just yet. She had to focus on her studies.

She opened her potions book, lookin over the pages she was supposed to read. breathing in deeply, she closed the book. 'Are you crazy,' she thought. 'Starting with potions....' she shook her head at herself. She then opened up her charms book.... her best subject.

Her mind wondered from one ridiculous thing to another..... no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't consintrate. She leaned her head against her hand and starred into space, daydreaming.