 Eria Fluttery Pegasi
The study hall was one of Quinn's little havens from her peers. On most days, it was fairly empty. Perfect for going undisturbed for hours. It wasn't necessarily about the silence, although she rather preferred that. No, the library was silent too. For Quinn, the study hall was about space and time to herself.
Today, it wasn't empty. There were a few others in here, but plenty of available spaces away from people. But as Quinn entered, wearing a dress (it was a rare sight to see her in jeans or pants) and Puck's leather jacket, she spotted one of the few people she enjoyed, hiding in a corner. Eria.
Quinn made her way over to the older snake, and set down the large bowl of chips she'd requested from the kitchen. Comfort food. All varieties of potato dishes were comfort food for Quinn, but the worked best chips, and worked least as crisps.
Moving the chair slighty farther from Eria so a good person and a half worth of space was between them, Quinn sat down and opened her bag. There were only two people Quinn was currently comfortable leaving no space between them. The first was Reese. And the second fit in her arms and might become could be was possibly going to be will be her baby sister soon enough.
First, she pulled out her leather bound infinity book, tapped the spine lightly with her wand and whispered, "Creative jinxes, hexes and curses, 5th edition," and opened the book. She flipped through it until finding the right page.
Quinn repeated this with two more books, both standard library books, focusing on magical theory and spell crafting. Advanced stuff for a first year, and Quinn knew she was a long ways away from being ready to craft her own spells with success. This....this was mostly practice. And catharsis.
Lastly, she pulled out her quill, and a bottle of scarlet ink, and a roll of parchment, that when unrolled and laid flat was already half filled with very detailed notes. The title, which had received much focus and lavish flair that made it easy to see, read: Unforgivable things to do to my parents! Catharsis.
And finally, as way of greeting while Quinn settled down into her going no-where-but-still-therapeutic side project, Quinn slide the bowl of English chips between them so Eria might enjoy them as well.
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