"Umm...mysteries and adventure novels I guess. Everynow and then I'll pick up a romance novel." Mackenzie didn't read romance novels that often, just when she wasn't in the best mood. You could always tell how she was feeling by what kind of book she was reading. "Basically anything as long as it's got a good plot line."

"Perfect!" Skylar said. "I think i have just the right book for you!" Of course she did, and she was trying to be nice, the girl seemed like a good "friend"...maybe in the future. "Tal just sent me a huge crate full of books, you should come look through them and see if you like any of them." Ever since Skylar told Tal that she was looking for a book he started sending her loads of them. 'Thanks Tal' she thought

"Sweet, thanks. There has to be something good in there if your brother sent it. At least something better than what's in here." Mackenzie motioned to all of the books on the shelves.

"my brother has an odd personality. Which you will see by the assortment of books he sends" Skylar mentioned. "Well i'm gonna head back to the common room. Just let me know when you wanna check out those books." With that she started for the door.

"Okay. See you later Skylar." Mackenzie was glad she had met someone else that liked to read. Skylar seemed like a very nice person. Mackenzie decided to leave the library as well.

Books. Books. BOOKS.

Miles was a big fan of books, especially muggle ones. But there wasn't that many there, so he decided to catch up on studying. Yeah, Miles and studying. It's a miracale. He flicked through muggle studies books, as those were the books that he was most interested in.

Ew. Ew. EW.

OK, so going to the library wasn't that bad but studying and doing all the homework made him feel so dizzy. However with his house in last place, he was basically forced to do everything or else those Prefects would eat him. He was carrying his big bag with probably everything he needed in it. Cam decided to put more textbooks in so he could improve those tiny muscles he had.

Quidditch needed muscles.

While poking about ten or more books he looked around and saw a Slythie boy. A Slythie boy?! Whoah that was rare. He didn't have any Slytherin guy-friends. Slytherin was filled with girls, a lot of 'em. He was hesitant though. What if it was a girl in disguise? Bleh.

Poke. Poke. Poke. His hand reached out to poke the boy's book and then his other hand reached out to poke the boy's head two times. "Hey, watcha readin' there?"

If it happened, he could like copy the guy's answers for the homework. If only they allowed that in Hogwarts.

"WOAH!" Oh my god. The bookshelves were sprouting hands! And little hands at that. Miles stepped back with his eyes wide, and full of fright. "What the? .." And it spoke! He knew this was a magical school, and anything could happen, but really! You weren't meant to scare the students into the next century!

Becoming more curious as to why the shelf would have arms, he heard a voice. Taking to the shelf would be weird, but it was being friendly, so he thought why not? "I'm .. doing Muggle Studies?" He'd done the homework ages a go, but he loved to learn about Muggles and what they did. It was safe to say that the bookshelf had the voice of a little boy, which was kinda cute.

Although he was sadly dissappointed when he looked through the hole, where is book was, properly, and saw a boy peering through. He was a little excited to see a talking shelf, but a student who was NOT FEMALE was awesome too, infact very awesome. He hung out with girls so much, he felt like he was becoming one. "Oh hai." Miles grinned at the little student. He would tell him about the shelf thing later.

Still walking barefoot through the library, Anastasia approached the bookshelves with her arms outstretched for balance. She paused at the end of the row of books, biting her lip as she thought about how to navigate the shelves. The redhead guaged the slender distance between the shelves, then glanced to the cat on her shoulder and then back to the shelves, and back to the black cat.

"You know, cutie kitty," Annie muttered to Raven, "I think you should come down from my shoulder? I'm not very coordinated, see, and these shelves could be dangerous with falling books an stuff."

She nodded and wiped her nose with her fist, then petted the kitten sitting on her shoulder. "If you could just...just....I could hold ya," Bunbury muttered to the cat, tugging as she tried to gently dislodge it from its seat without getting her shoulder all clawed up.

While poking through the gap in the library books, he continued to poke. And poke and poke even more. Poking was fun now. It became a habit to little poor Cam but he really couldn't stop. The thing was called addiction. You really couldn't stop it unless you really tried to, could you? But he didn't want to stop. Poke. He poked again and just to make sure he didn't feel a girl's long and soft and silky hair.

"Muggle Studies, huh? Homework and study is laaaaaame."

Pffft, it really was. How boring could it be? You.. needed to write... and stuff. Yeah. That was the boring part. He didn't bother going all the way around the bookshelves, he was too lazy.

"Hi. Whaaaat's yer name?" He looked through the gap and waved like a crazy person with that crazy expression.

He looked around again, were they suppose to chat in the library? Well of course they were allowed since libraries were a source of information. The information he needed to find out was this guy's name. And everything else about him. Cam saw a professor, that professor BunBun. Was she... was she barefoot?!

Okaaaaay. He really couldn't hold it in, but he controlled himself not to laugh at all. You could see how hard he was trying to concentrate from his face. Cam let out a smile, that was it and tried to look away. But he had to look at her a few times.

A walking, living, breathing professor that didn't really wear shoes. He remembered that incident from the first lesson. Haha. Hehe.

Turning back to the bookshelf with the boy behind it, he waved yet again. "Oh and you probably know me since I'm like, soooooo populah here. I'm Cam."

"This...isn't....workiiiinggg," Annie grumbled in a sing-song tone. The kitten was NOT budging from her shoulder but her arms were too long to stay stuck out if she wished to wriggle through the bookshelves.

Then Anastasia had the genius idea to turn sideways and start shimmying, very, very carefully. Her arms were still out like an airplane about to take off for flight, and the cat was still perched on her shoulder, and she was still walking barefoot, scanning the shelves, searching, searching, trying to remember the name, the name of that little Muggle book she loved....

And then she stopped, staring open-mouthed at the one and half boys there. One was pawing through a book and the other one...er...well the half-one had something shiny on him and pokey fingers sticking through the shelves.

"Shiny......" Annie muttered at the half-pokey-finger boy. The shiny green badge on his chest struck a chord with her memory and like a flash, she whipped out her wand, casting the first spell that came to mind.

"Anapenoi!" the redhead whispered, pointing her wand at the bookshelf and the pokey boy barely visible through the gap.

"Yer I know." Miles nodded in agreement, although was beginning to feel a little aggitated by the excessive poking. The boy must be a first year, one of those hyperactive trouble-making ones that Clifford liked to do the death glare one. Or, maybe just a Slytherin? Bwaha. "But ... I kinda want to pass my NEWTS, so I'm going to do it even if it's boring and lame." He smirked, and put the book back on the shelf and picked up yet another.

Miles looked at the boy again, who seemed like he needed to be taken to St Mungo's. Was that really his smile? He shivered a little. "Miles." He said flatly, a little scared at the young boy. He was on sweets, he could tell.

Feeling a little nosy, he looked in the direction the boy was also looking, but couldn't see, as there was the gigantic shelf infront of them. Maaaan. "Whatchu lookin' at?" Miles asked curiously, trying to poke his face through the hole of the bookshelf, and failing miserably. He brought it back out, and sighed.

He raised and eyebrow. He didn't know the boy at all, and the name didn't really ring a bell. But he went along with it anyway. "You are, Cam." He smiled.

Cam was about to tell Miles how popular he really was, that everyone in Hogwarts probably knew him and that he was just too special and popular for his own good. Wasn't his fault, right? But then this... this... plant-woman was pointing his wand at him and he had to at least close his eyes.

Duh. Closing eyes was a really good idea. He's watched scary movies before, the solution to scary parts were closing his eyes. And this time was a particularly good time to close his eyes.

Anapeno--"Ouuuchhhh!"

Books fell down and he could clearly see the professor's face now. She looked scary, with that wand still pointing at him. And he said "ouch" because one VERY heavy book fell on his foot. EEK. IT WAS BRUISED, even though he wore his shoes.

"Wha-whaa- was thaaat for?"

Anastasia promptly burst into giggles when all the books fell down into a big ole mess. She let out a gasp of shock and pain shortly thereafter, however, when Raven dug her claws into her shoulder and leaped off onto the floor, scampering away into the the main section of the library.

"Uh oh..." she mumbled, blinking at the cat. She was going to be in trouble with Kohan now for sure.

But she had to deal with the boys first. "That," Annie announced to the little Slytherin, "was like this." She whipped her wand out again and swished, then flicked it toward Miles. He wasn't wearing a badge...but he was on the list....

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Bunbury cast quietly. They were in a library, after all. She had to whisper.

Without waiting to see if the boys would block her spell, Annie turned heel and ran away from the bookshelves. She had to catch that kitten!

WHAAAAT?

Miles shook his head slightly and pressed his ear a bit closer to Cam. "What do you mean? Those girls keep talking about?" Girls talked about him? Well, he knew he had a fair few friends who were girls. But, girls in general talked about him? Why?! What made him so interesting?

But to be fair, he liked to admit he was a hit with the ladies.

Instead of trying to peak through the hole in the shelf, Miles decided to crane his neck around the bookcase and had a sneaky peaky at the professor. Nothing special, really.

Morgan entered the library, her red hair swaying behind her as she walked briskly through the shelves. Her brows narrowed as she caught the excited whispers of the people around her. This was a library. Not a social area. She shook her head, trying to tune out everyone as she searched the shelves.

Her fingers slid along the old spines of the books as her eyes followed, reading the old writing. She was looking for some light history reading. She had finished the required book for her class and was growing rather bored after reading the text again. True she had her other books, but history was her favorite subject, followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

Bitterly shushing the people next to her, Morgan pulled an old volume from the shelf and flicked through the pages.

Did Miles' ears stop working? Or did he just hear a professor cast a spell on him?! Wait .. a dark artist.

This was his chance to show what he was made of, and that he actually could defend himself against the Dark Arts. Miles quickly whipped his wand out an uttered "Protego!" As they were in a library. And yes! It worked, not even one toe lifted off the ground. Sucess!

And so, Plymouth and Celandine entered the busy library. The place seemed creepier than usual.

"A secret handshake," Plymouth nodded, also lowering his voice, you know, so he wouldn't get in trouble anymore. He hadn't met the library chick yet, but he had a good feeling, like he had with most of the Professors so far, she'd get him in trouble.

"Okay. Let's start off with... both hands high. Or yours high, and I'll go half-high." Since CellBell was itty and Plymouth was sort of ish tall. "And then, we'll turn in a circle," Plymouth did a turn for her, while moving them deeper in along the bookshelves.

Celandine sighed happily, she loved the library. She complied holding her hands up and turning a whole bunch of times in her excitement. Ohhh and the smell of books! Cela sniffed a few times and dropped one hand to run it along the spines of the shelved books.

"Hands high, spin around." Celandine repeated, using her library voice.

Plymouth was not an expert secret handshake maker-upper. He was winging it though. "And then... we bump our bums together." Plymouth turned around to offer his hip her way. He had to stoop a little.

"Hands up high, do a full turn, bump our bums, and wiggle our thumbs..." They looked, or at least Plymouth did, like idiots. Awesome, but idiots. Happy idiots though!

Celandine happily bumped her hip against Plymouth and nearly knocked herself over for her trouble. She steadied herself and held out both hands, thumbs up, wriggling them in Pym's face and grinning happily.

His mouth was covered with chocolate as was his left cheek from scratching it with a chocolaty hand. Green eyes surveyed the place, looking for anyone who'd share the chocolate with him. It was quite lonely to share it alone.

Willie tilted his head once he saw someone he knew. It was Cela. But who was with her? That, he didn't know, but he was going to find out in a few, wasn't he? With a small smirk, Willie pocketed his chocolate, went on his hands and knees and started to crawl across the floor.

Once he was behind the boy's back, Willie hopped up and yelped a "HEYA THEEEELAA!" into the boy's ear.

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Celandine happily bumped her hip against Plymouth and nearly knocked herself over for her trouble. She steadied herself and held out both hands, thumbs up, wriggling them in Pym's face and grinning happily.

"And for a grand finale...." Plymouth turned around to face her again and stooped. "We eskimo kiss! Bump noses. You know, like thi -" Plymouth was JUST about to show her...

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Originally Posted by Lowlow

His mouth was covered with chocolate as was his left cheek from scratching it with a chocolaty hand. Green eyes surveyed the place, looking for anyone who'd share the chocolate with him. It was quite lonely to share it alone.

Willie tilted his head once he saw someone he knew. It was Cela. But who was with her? That, he didn't know, but he was going to find out in a few, wasn't he? With a small smirk, Willie pocketed his chocolate, went on his hands and knees and started to crawl across the floor.

Once he was behind the boy's back, Willie hopped up and yelped a "HEYA THEEEELAA!" into the boy's ear.

... when that happened. He jumped a foot in the air and made a few un-masculine noises. "What the - What...???"

"Willie!" Celandine greeted enthusiastically, dodging around Plymouth and enthusiastically giving the little Crocker a hug. Sooo she missed her regular Crocker fix, what of it? She let go of him and turned to Plymouth, "This is Willie, he's cool."

She took a breath, "Hands high, turn around, hip bump noze nuzzle?"

Slightly distracted, Plymouth nodded. "Hands high, turn around, hip bump noze nuzzle." Plymouth remembered that kid.... and how he bit that other chap in the streets. He wasn't what Plymouth would call "cool".


"Errm... CellBell? I ..." Crocker made him nervous, "I think I'd like some fresh air, after all. Bit stuffy in here. Do you mind?" Plymouth brought his eyes around to only look at Cela and try to pretend mini-Crocker didn't exist.