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aRogueOne · 06-27-2021, 01:21 PM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Dahlia couldn't quite recall what time she had walked into the library much early that day but several hours had long past. Many more then the twelve year old had planned to spend there as lunch had been missed and it was now well into the afternoon. It was a really good thing it was a Saturday.

It had started off with just finishing her class assignments. Then she had moved on to some of her own research she had been working on. Her special book had been taken out, notes scattered across one of the tables in the very back of the library. Lines scribbled out and then re-written once she was sure everything was perfect. Much older parchments with very different handwriting that clearly wasn't hers laid near her own, other notebooks and textbooks too as well as whatever other books she thought might be useful from the library shelves.

Lia shifted in her chair, covering her mouth as she yawned. "M' not tired.. you're tired.." she mumbled to her current company Sir Frederik (pink pygmy puff) who just so happened to be sat what appeared to a sketched map Hogwarts. The words had barely fell from her lips before head feel forward to rest upon the book she had been writing in.. and the still slightly wet purple ink that was now smeared not only across the page but her cheek.

Why was Ingrid in the library? Why? Really? She wasn’t even sure herself but as of late, she’d been spending less and less time in the place despite actually feeling at home there surrounded by the large tomes. Wandering through the shelves with her hands stretched out with her fingers brushing across the books, Ingrid strolled leisurely without a care in the world.

Part of her wondering if spending more time with Benjee was rubbing off on her. He certainly didn’t spend much time studying and she…well she’d been spending less and less as of late. Putting that thought out of her mind, she stopped and perused a few of the books for a moment before picking one at random. It wasn’t a particularly interesting subject to her but who was she to judge a book by its cover?

Speaking of judging books by their cover, there was a Ravenclaw there wearing a book cover…and a load of purple ink. It honestly looked kind of good. You know, in an artistic sort of way. Kind of. It just needed finishing. A little. Possibly. And she was just the artistic person for the job.

Taking the quill on the table, Ingrid lightly scooted the head of Dahlia from one side to the other and began to copy the pattern onto her other cheek too. Was it perfect? I wasn’t bad. Well, it wasn’t finished yet but still. In fact, the pattern or smudge would have kind of looked pretty on a dress. Inspiration can truly strike anywhere it seemed.

06-27-2021, 01:21 PM	#40 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Kolyander Dahlia couldn't quite recall what time she had walked into the library much early that day but several hours had long past. Many more then the twelve year old had planned to spend there as lunch had been missed and it was now well into the afternoon. It was a really good thing it was a Saturday. It had started off with just finishing her class assignments. Then she had moved on to some of her own research she had been working on. Her special book had been taken out, notes scattered across one of the tables in the very back of the library. Lines scribbled out and then re-written once she was sure everything was perfect. Much older parchments with very different handwriting that clearly wasn't hers laid near her own, other notebooks and textbooks too as well as whatever other books she thought might be useful from the library shelves. Lia shifted in her chair, covering her mouth as she yawned. "M' not tired.. you're tired.." she mumbled to her current company Sir Frederik (pink pygmy puff) who just so happened to be sat what appeared to a sketched map Hogwarts. The words had barely fell from her lips before head feel forward to rest upon the book she had been writing in.. and the still slightly wet purple ink that was now smeared not only across the page but her cheek. Why was Ingrid in the library? Why? Really? She wasn’t even sure herself but as of late, she’d been spending less and less time in the place despite actually feeling at home there surrounded by the large tomes. Wandering through the shelves with her hands stretched out with her fingers brushing across the books, Ingrid strolled leisurely without a care in the world. Part of her wondering if spending more time with Benjee was rubbing off on her. He certainly didn’t spend much time studying and she…well she’d been spending less and less as of late. Putting that thought out of her mind, she stopped and perused a few of the books for a moment before picking one at random. It wasn’t a particularly interesting subject to her but who was she to judge a book by its cover? Speaking of judging books by their cover, there was a Ravenclaw there wearing a book cover…and a load of purple ink. It honestly looked kind of good. You know, in an artistic sort of way. Kind of. It just needed finishing. A little. Possibly. And she was just the artistic person for the job. Taking the quill on the table, Ingrid lightly scooted the head of Dahlia from one side to the other and began to copy the pattern onto her other cheek too. Was it perfect? I wasn’t bad. Well, it wasn’t finished yet but still. In fact, the pattern or smudge would have kind of looked pretty on a dress. Inspiration can truly strike anywhere it seemed.