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Restricted Section The restricted section of the library is as the name implies restricted. In this roped off and locked section you will find old fragile books and tomes. Some of the texts are dark and dangerous and therefore cannot be kept where just anyone can get a hold of them. Should you need to access to this area to retrieve a book, you need to seek out the librarian; Mr Kitridge with a signed permission slip from a professor. This will allow you to obtain the book you need. |
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Naturally, Genny did not say anything to his orders. They sounded fine now, but she wasn't going to make any promises. If anyone caught them, she sure as hell was not going to wait for him to write something down as an explanation. She can explain just as much as him. "Oooooh," her whisper must've reached his ears as fast as it went out of her mouth considering how close she was walking by his shoulder. "Do you think this rope is cursed?" Because securing something with a plain, normal rope was absurd. |
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Trying not to think too much about that, Daxton stepped up to the roped off section, Genny Tate by his side. It was the closest he had gotten to the Restricted Section, having thought it wise to steer clear of the place in the past. There were only so many times one could probably get caught around here without raising too much suspicion. Genny Tate had a good point about the rope, and Daxton stopped to stare at it for a moment, as though he might spy traces of magic around it, which he knew would not be the case. It looked fairly ordinary to him, innocuous, but that meant nothing. Likelihood was that there was some sort of spell on it, a boundary at the very least. He cast a side glance to Genny Tate, considering giving her a shove forward (he could play it off as an accident, surely, as she was standing so close) to see if the rope was indeed under any magical effects. He decided against the shove in the end, purely because there was not exactly a surplus of other students willing to do as Daxton asked in his quest for knowledge. But he was not going to test the rope. The Gryffindor would still come in handy in that respect, just hopefully as the result of coercion. Daxton crouched down, peering at the rope again, and then back up at the books in the Restricted Section. From where he stood, he could see some of the titles of the books on the shelves, tantalisingly just out of reach. They would need to know if they could get in, but first... Daxton straightened and moved down the rope little, squinting to see as many of the books as he could, trying to spot a title that may be of use to him. But it was no use; they needed a closer look, and even if they could see the right books, it would mean nothing if they could not get them. Glancing back at Genny Tate, Daxton gestured forward with a nod of his head, past the rope and towards the illicit books, hoping to convey the message 'let's go'. And he might follow, too. Assuming there was no danger in crossing the boundary of the Restricted Section, proved by a Gryffindor |
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And off Daxie went staring at the books from where they stood. Genny watched him (she was 0 interested in the books no matter how heavily chained they were) trying to figure out if the book he wanted was somewhere visible from here. His face expressions did not change, though, and so she went back to wandering up and down the rope trying to figure out a way in. ... huh? He wanted to go in? Really? Holding his gaze for a moment, Genny's brain produced what she considered the best idea to let them in. She dropped her backpack and fished out the plastic bag with the sandwiches in. "I'm not going near that rope before we test it." She told him urgently, her voice as low as before. Looking around them quickly, she gently tossed the bag in the direction of the section over the rope expecting it to erupt in a fireball. She was close. The plastic bag made a sizzling sound as it flew back and hit her in the head. "Ow!" And eye. |
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He ignored Genny Tate for the time being. She had apparently neglected to realise that with a lack of verbal ability, there also came a lack of aptitude for spells. It would be at least another year or two before Daxton perfected non-verbal casting, let alone for a spell that would lift any sort of magic placed around somewhere like this, specifically designed to keep students at bay. Just as Daxton had suspected, Genny Tate was not quite so stupid as to go charging straight in, which was satisfying and disappointing at the same time. Being proved right was always favourable, but it made matters tricky and long-winded. He stood there, folded his arms over his chest, and watched what the Gryffindor did next, bright blue eyes tracking the bag of sandwiches as it soared through the air... and then back again. The ghost of a smile passed over Daxton's features. That had been comical, even if it did prove they could not cross the rope, and the first year getting bopped on the head had been doubly amusing. He kept his eyes on Genny Tate, lips pressed tightly together to suppress any sort of grin, but found himself letting out a slight exhale of laughter as he replayed the moment in his mind. The problem was, now he was even more tempted to try and nudge her into the rope, just to see what would happen. Simply imagining the outcome frankly would not suffice, but he might need her yet. Daxton needed to resist, despite how entertaining it would be, and work out where they should go from here. He looked back up at the books they could see from their vantage point, and chewed habitually at his lower lip. |
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