Ancient Books

Date: November fourth
Location: Library
Status: Open

Emmeline strolled into the library fairly cheerfully. It was a pretty good day. Meaning, she was alive and well, had actually gotten to class on time, and managed to get some lunch before her afternoon classes. Emma often could not find time to eat lunch anymore, with all the homework that had been dumped on to them lately. It was a miracle, really, that anyone ever got any fun in. Emma tried to clear her mind as she looked through one shelf of books. She really needed to stay focused as she studied, it would help to improve her grades immensly. She was starting to fall behind in defense against the dark arts and transfiguration, two signs that she needed to buckle down a lot better. Zoning off in class and such was not helping to keep everything in tact, now was it? No, certaintly not. She flipped her curly, almost frizzy, blond hair over her shoulder and reached for a few books on the top shelf. She stand on her toes to reach, but she did manage to get them.

The books were extremly old. They weere so old that if someone would've been making fun of them at that minute, Emmeline would've told the said person to back off beacuse the book was old enough to be there grandfather's dad. Emma peaked at the authors. No names that she remembered right off the top of her head. ugh, that would make understanding the meaning behind the words themselves harder. Emmie was usually fairly good at doing things like that, but it helped to be familar with the person's writing style. If you could catch their style, you could catch where their passions laid, and therefore, you could catch what they meant with ever single paragraph, senstence, word even. Emmeline traced her finger tips down the spine of one, trying to make out the title. It was extremly hard, she was not excatly skilled in things like that. Sure, she could somewhat understand the faded gold lettering on the green cover, but not all of it. She sighed in frustration, cursing under her breath. Was that an omen on how the studying and essays were going to be on this particular subject? Emma sure hoped not. Otherwise, if it was an omen, she might as well go live as muggle right then an there.

Emma finally had about four books. She could actually only read one of the four book titles, but that was okay. She had checked inside of the books, to make sure she could read the actual book, and they were fine. Obviously, the librarian had done somework with the outsides. They happened to be in perfect condition, as if they were bought yesterday, despite their dead looking covers. Emmie sat herself down at a table, trying to make herself read. She loved to learn, even though sometimes it was an annoying task to be told to read and learn. It shouldn't have been as it was to try and concentrate on those books, but for some odd reason, Emmie just wasn't enjoying it as much as she usually did. Maybe it had something to do with actually eating lunch that day, she'd have to start a habit of eating lunch everyday maybe, so it wasn't so foreign when she did. but then again, getting to lunch wasn't exactly her fault. "maybe," she thought with a mental chuckle, "the teachers should lighten up on the homework load'

Emmeline looked up at the two. with embarrassment, she realized that she had accidently been ignoring Madeline. "Hello," she offered to both of the girls who were then there, trying to hide her blush. It was very annoying, the fact that she had not heard Maddie earlier. Emmie suddenly realized the question that Madeline had been asking. "Yes, you can call me Emmy. Sorry i was zoning out earlier, didn't notice you, Madeline," she apologized as well. Emmeline pushed some of her hair out of her eyes, stupid stuff, always getting in the way.

"This is such a waste of time, honestly, who wants to read about these foul beasts? And when we are not in class?" She heard willow say that. Emmeline faught a sigh before saying, "Normally i don't mind reading about random crap, but today it's just not interesting in the least." She then let out a sigh, glad to have that fact in the air. It didn't actually sound so bad now that she said it aloud, it just sounded like a typical seventeen year old. This made her slightly happier.

Emmeline laughed. "I actually can't read the lettering on it, so i have no absolute idea what it's called. Seems like the only revamping work was done to the inside. Shame actually, seeing as most people actually do judge the book by the cover," she chuckled slightly. She recalled that Maddie had asked her if she was tired. The answer, was of course, yes. Most nights lately, you could find Emmie either in the common room, or in the dorm, reading or working on homework. She sighed slightly before answering, "Yes actually. I'm extremly tired. So much work to be done lately, not enough time in the day! or in the night, for that matter."

She smiled and scribbled down her name on her parchment before adding her title and a first line. It would be so easy to just push the work away. So easy to just sit there and talk with her friends, not working and putting it off. Emmeline pushed those thoughts out of her mind, writing something else down. That was not an option. She could talk and work at the same time, but not working? Haha. No.

Bee entered the Library, expecting it to be stranded and quiet, but was suprised to find some familiar faces. The four books in which she held in her hands became extreamly heavy, straining her arms. She absolutly despised homework... the world would be so much better if homework could be expelled from the Earth. 'Maybe a letter to the Ministry of Magic would do the trick, or when I work for the Ministry i can change these pointless, stressful assignments.' she thought.

She smiled and nodded to Maddie, Emmeline, and Willow. She tossed her books on the table next to the table she intended to sit at. She laughed at Maddie when the memory of her telling of Professor Slughorn.... "Ahhh, I enjoyed your crude remarks in Potions today.... I say, that man can really get on my nerves somtimes.... and I consider myself to be a well-tempered person, but when he comes to my table and crosses his arms, tapping his foot and scowls at me I swear i want to hex him."

She opened up her Transfigurations book and got out a piece of parchment and began writting her report on Animagous's. This subject striked her as very interesting... she loved the whole idea of turning into an animal.... she pondered on what animal she might be if she could obtain a liscence.

Emmeline smiled at Bertha. "Hi bee! How are you?" She laughed at Maddie's comments on her sleeping habits. Two or three hours was enough most the time, more than enough really. But sometimes, she got tired. Extremly tired, so she had to try very hard not to be grouchy. And sometimes, it didn't work at all. "You two like Quidditch, i take it?" she asked Willow and Maddie lightly. She didn't know all too much about the girls, really.

To Willow's comment about the book, Emma nodded and slid it over to her. She herself scribbled something else down before going back to look at the book. It looked even more ancient now, as she used it as a recourse for her homework. The lettering looked, if even possible, more faded and washed than it had when she had grabbed it back over in the section. She tilted her head as she looked at it. It was amazing that no one bothered to fix up the outside, but only the inside.

"I'm doing quite well," Bee answered her freinds greetings. She moved closer to them, leaving her Transfiguration work on the table and saw that Emmeline was starring at an old book. She stood beside her, examining it also.... "This is unique...." she stated rubbing the books cover.... "I wonder how old it is.... and whats it about?"

The book looked like it was at least a hundred years old... or older. She opened the cover and gazed at the inside.... It looked almost like it was brand new.... Her forehead crinkled in consintration.... She plopped down in the free seat next to Maddie and sat with her arms crossed, still pondering on the book... "I agree, lets show it to Professor 'I'm sleeping on the job' over there. She pointed to the librarian whose head was tilted on her shoulder and eyes were closed behind her ginormous glasses.