 Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now
At least twice a week, Declan took out two or three hours to do some independent studying. It wasn't on anything that was required for class. It wasn't like he was taking Advanced Divination yet. Still, even if he was, he highly doubted the kind of stuff he was trying to compile would be useful for the school's predictable curriculum. In reality, Declan had pretty much read every book dedicated to Divination and similar subjects that the Hogwarts' Library allowed him access to.
The Restricted Section had its allure. Often Declan had found himself standing in front of the gate, disoriented and numb, unsure of how he had gotten there in the first place. Now the librarian gave him odd looks whenever he entered even if he was just looking up books on plants and herbs.
Charlotte laid on top of his velvet bag containing his casting bones. Her eight legs remained still but Declan could hear her distinct voice, a gritty grainy thin voice he couldn't really decipher.
"You got something on your mind, sweetheart?" he whispered to her, stopping himself half-way through writing down notes on the relevance of planetary alignment when it came to prophetic dreams. "You know I'm no good at reading you yet. Sorry. My incompetence knows no limits, huh?" His tone turned sweet, and he rubbed at her fuzzy belly. |