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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.
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Emzily Remy had spent the last few days really slacking off with her schoolwork. She was ready for the term to be over, she was tired, and she was fed up of being a first year. The fun started in second year, everyone knew that. Remy was looking for a specific divination book, mostly because she was terrible at that class, but also she had been having dreams that she wanted to explore. She couldn’t find it on the lower shelves of the bookcase, so she braved the ladder as much as she could.
She WANTED to use this time to practise the summoning charm, but this probably wasn’t the best place for that, a quiet library and all, but it really would’ve been perfect. So instead, Remy hung off the ladder, too scared to step any higher but the book she wanted was just a little out of reach. The Gryffindor tugged at the book, and knocked down about three onto the ground with a THUD.
Well, at least it wasn’t her that was thudding to the ground. Remy sighed and took a moment to contemplate life at the top of the ladder.
Both Dahlia and Sir Frederik Puffington were asleep. Neither aware of Ingrid's presence or her artistic smudge pattern drawing upon the sleeping Lia's face. Each were lost in their own slumber dreamland. The purple pygmy puff dreaming about whatever it is that pygmy puffs tend to dream of. The young Claw.. well that was another story..
Higher and higher AND HIGHER...
She kept climbing the stairs that seemed to go on forever and led to nowhere. There was nothing on either side of the stairs and all she could see was steps below and steps above. It was silent, there was no breeze or music or anything. Only never-ending stairs. No matter what she did she just kept climbing, it was like she knew she had to reach the top. There was something great at the top, she could feel it.
And so she continued to climb the steps. All the way to the very top overlooking nothing. Standing there and staring down all she could see was blue. Clear blue like the sky on a beautiful spring day. Where was she supposed to go now? Was she meant to walk ALL the way back down the stairs? Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the stairs were gone and she was standing on what was meant to be the last step and it was floating there in the air. Where was she supposed to go now? What was she supposed to do?
Out of seemingly nowhere at all a quill with a bright purple feather appeared floating in the air right in front of her. Grabbing it, Lia stared at for a moment and then began to draw a large rectangle in front of herself. Hesitantly she lifted her foot and moved it over the area she had just drawn, tapped the top of her sneaker against the top line. Her sneaker didn't go through it! It was solid!
Jumping onto the rectangle, she continued to draw different things. A butterfly that flew around on its own. A flower, a small tree, a little stream with some fish in it that swam around. A bench to sit on. The list went on and on until suddenly then quill wouldn't work for anymore.
Dahlia shook the feathered quill, turned it upside and inspected it to see if something was wrong with it. She didn't understand what had happened. Purple ink was still dripping from it. It was as if someone else had power of it now and it now longer belonged to her. But how? Why? Who?
When Lia woke it was with a start, to the sound of a THUD from books falling to the floor and not from having her face drawn on. Her blue eyes did however meet Ingrid's in clear confusion as she noticed the quill in her hand. If she didn't have smudged ink on her cheeks it might have been more noticeable that she was blushing in embarrassment. This was NOT the first time someone had found her asleep recently.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, nodding at the quill in Ingrid's hand.
"And did you hear THAT?" That being the really loud THUD of those falling books. Where had it come from cause she didn't see anything from where she was sitting at this table.