The library wasn't much of a place to meet up with a friend, in less your friend was a older student preparing for her N.E.W.T.s. She probably shouldn't even go bother her. In the Hufflepuff's eyes, Paige was just the person to go to for this. She was smart with things like this. Writing, Katerina had always said that Miss Paige has a way with words.She still owned the older girl so much with her advice with Brady.

She bit her lip as she moved through the library glancing around for her. Maybe she wasn't here and Katerina had missed her in the commom room. There was also the possibility that she wasn't in either place. She sighed, and sit down. Pulling out a letter, and read it.... for the hundredth time.

Rooney was well on his way to becoming a library hermit, in fact...since he'd thrown a punch (or rather a few swift kicks) at Tak, he'd spent every day in here and had no intention of being elsewhere. Newfound comforts were the corners of this large place and hiding behind piles upon piles of books that he wasn't actually reading. Rooney Bronwyn was obviously in hiding. He couldn't bear to come face-to-face with his ex-best-friend Olivia Phillips or her new boyfriend. He couldn't bear to actually see anyone that would obviously know what had happened.

He didn't want to know their thoughts on it, or their opinions on him.

Today, he was dedicated to the art of Transfiguration and the history behind some of his favourite spells. It wasn't quite the things he would need in his exams, but the extra knowledge calmed the frustrations in him better than beating up any shrimp could. Because beating someone up wasn't him, it was just a horrible version of what he was made to be.

And by golly, it was horrible to be in the brain of Rooney Bronwyn right now.

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The library wasn't much of a place to meet up with a friend, in less your friend was a older student preparing for her N.E.W.T.s. She probably shouldn't even go bother her. In the Hufflepuff's eyes, Paige was just the person to go to for this. She was smart with things like this. Writing, Katerina had always said that Miss Paige has a way with words.She still owned the older girl so much with her advice with Brady.

She bit her lip as she moved through the library glancing around for her. Maybe she wasn't here and Katerina had missed her in the commom room. There was also the possibility that she wasn't in either place. She sighed, and sit down. Pulling out a letter, and read it.... for the hundredth time.

Paige had a certain fondness for the stained glass windows and was once again sitting at one of the study tables that happened to catch the colorful refraction across its surface this time of day. While some would find the intricate pattern cast upon the table distracting, it did the opposite for the seventh year. It served as more of a reminder than anything else.

At present, Paige was trying not to look at the London WU materials tucked away in her backpack and instead focusing on some advanced Herbology books she had been recommended by Professor Myers, but her mind kept wandering - especially when her blue eyes fell upon the healing herbs section. Closing the book, Paige glanced at the list of books and opted to go in search of one more that promised no immediate connection with healing.

Which was when she spotted Kat not too far from where she had been sitting. "Psst, Kat," Paige whispered, her fingers running along the leather bindings of the books on a nearby shelf as she continued her search. "Hi."

Natalia has spent more time in the practice rooms and less time in the library this term. She felt she had used the library enough last year to fully not use it this year, but alas she was headed towards there because she had to do an assignment for History of magic. She looked through the huge shelves trying to find the books on old people, well all of them were about old people really. So with that thought she just grabbed one and moved to the study area.

Looking around at the full tables she huffed and thought about just fully leaving. Now that she had the book she could just go do it in her room or even the common room by the fireplace, but she knew she'd be distracted. There were pretty faces in that common room that were very distracting.

So she moved to a table that had someone already there, "Do you mind is I sit here? I won't take up much room I promise." Just enough for her book and parchment. That was all she really needed.

Rooney never usually struggled to study in crowded places, but he was having a big issue with keeping his mind focussed on the sentences of his textbook. He was certain that he had started this paragraph at least four times in the past half an hour and he'd actually forgotten what spell it was about. Giving up, Rooney flicked nine pages ahead and started with a new spell and hopefully a fresh view on it. But as he just started to get into reading, he was joined at his table. The blonde looked up and nodded.

"I don't need the whole table." He commented and tucked a few of the books he had laid out onto the pile beside him. "Sit. Study." It wasn't like he was the only one who needed the resources.

She watched him carefully as he looked up at her from his book. A small smile crossed her face as she took the seat across from him. "Thank you, it's just a history of magic assignment so no wand waving or anything to distract." Just the huge book that just hit the table as it slipped out of Natalia's hands. "Sorry" Looking around apologizing to really anyone that was near as it had made quite the loud sound. She flipped it open and started turning the pages, but soon felt herself already being bored with it.

Her fingers flipped the pages to fast to even glance at was on each page. Nope this was not what she wanted to be doing right now, but she had to do something. So stopping at a page she pulled out her quill and began the first paragraph on her paper.


Without meaning to or noticing she began to quietly hum as she wrote. Habits formed through out the years and Nat did this when bored and not really focusing, but never noticed she was doing it until it was to late. For now she quietly hummed the new Rocco song as flipped through more of the book.

What better place to be surrounded by the relaxing quiet of books than the library? Paul didn't have need to study exactly nowadays, but he was doing some tip-top IMPORTANT BUSINESS. Very important indeed.

....Album covers.

Mark Sparks had sent the banjo player a multitude of potential album covers for their NEW ALBUM 'Cut the Blue Grass,' indeed, Paul's dub on the music collection inspired by...many events in the band over the past three years.

Merlin, it was too full of drama for this Herbology teacher.

He clicked his tongue. "Nah--not that one..." pictures of grass really HOW HARD WAS IT TO GET AN ARTISTIC PICTURE OF GRASS?

Olivia Phillips in a library. THE APOCALYPSE WAS UPON THEM!

But with that said, she'd been doing so well this term with her grades...that it was completely unavoidable. With only a few more months left in the school year, it would've been a disservice to all her hard work to just give up now. So, slacking was NOT an option. Unfortunately.

Also, it was a wild Paul Myers. OoooOooOOOO! What was the Herbology professor doing in the library?! It was just so very much unlike him. It was like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs...

Creeping closer to the Herbology professor, Liv plopped her bag down on his table; a bright smile upon her face. "Why, hello there." She was already making herself comfortable, pulling out the books necessary for her homework.

Paul didn't look up as a student sat next to her until he heard the hello. It was OLIVIA PHILLIPS. "Hiya!" he said cheerfully, sighing as he glanced over at her. He lowered his voice to a whisper...'"Do you think I'm ridiculous for wanting this to be the cover of our new album?" he held up the photograph. It made him happy! And it would certainly make others happy!

So what if the blue grass music featured on the album was sad this time around?! Paul didn't care! Mark Sparks was being ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

"We're trying to pick a cover...and there is...much disagreement," he said softly, sighing again. "Being in a band is sometimes much too much drama, Miss Phillips." The Ravenclaw turned Badger did not approve.

Rooney found himself giving her a few disheartened glances as she whipped through those pages in that book. Didn't anyone around here realise how annoying the sound of it was? And then to top it off...she went ahead and hummed. This wasn't one of her little band sessions, yes Rooney was aware of who she was and he surprisingly wasn't at all bothered about it. He was bothered to high heavens about the distraction.

"Do you make insufferable noises every time you come into the library?" He quipped, quill down and eyebrow raised.

Her brown eyes finally hit an interesting witch that she felt she might be able to do her assignment on. Setting it fully on the desk she started to write a few notes, but soon was stopping and looking up. Tilting her head curiously as she looked at the Ravenclaw prefect. "I'm sorry?" Ws she doing something wrong? Her mind started taking steps back... She did drop the book that was loud, but she apologized for it.

What was he even talking about....


oh..


"Was I humming? I'm so sorry. I don't even realize it most of the time. Music is just always on my brain so it comes out in either a hum or a tap on the table." Keeping her hands busy pointing at her book and writing with her quill kept her from tapping, but now she'd have to make an effort not to hum as well.

He immediately regretted his choice of words, or even saying anything. Rooney settled his things down on the desk properly and sighed, muttering his own apology as she spoke and spoke and spoke... So she was a talker and a noiser. What an awful combination for someone who wanted to get his study on for his exams. Really...honestly...it was so hard to find a good place to get studying properly, ugh.

"Perhaps tap your legs, less noise. And orchestrate in your head." And not in his personal space where he was struggling to now not burst into his own tune because she'd so reminded him of his last audition piece and he hadn't nailed that as best as he could and holy Leonard Spencer-Moon!

She was blushing over it. Nat wasn't one to really want to disturb people unless she had a good reason for it. Her eyes moved back to her book and then back to the fifth year. "Are you studying for owls?" Possibly a conversation to distract from her being noisy. She did bounce her legs lots while she was studying so maybe that could some how become more of a habit then the noise. She couldn't say she didn't agree with him on that one.


She flipped the page a bit more quietly this time and started writing her notes again. This witch had not been to interesting now that she was reading more. Was this homework just pointless? She really wasn't all that interested in it at the moment. End of the year syndrome was in full affect and Natalia was struggling more and more to focus on what she was doing. How could anyone focus when they had the internship she did.

THUD.

What was that sound?

THUD.

Oh my! It seemed that two of your books had been knocked over.

Rooney was in the midst of nodding when one book went from the end of the table to the floor and he looked that way, surprised. "Didn't want you anyway!" He was smiling though, given that it really hadn't put him out -- it was one book and he could easily pick it up from the floor. What puzzled him though, was how neither of them had moved enough to knock it. The girl opposite him had just started to write again and her etching wasn't heavy handed enough to send the book caveering to the ground.

Physics, or whatever.

As soon as he decided to stop puzzling over it...another went, and he shot an accusatory look across the table. "Do you mind??"

Was he throwing books now?


She looked at the book on the floor but he didn't seem to mind so why should she care if he was trowing books on the floor. She went back to looking at her book, but her brain was already on maybe going to find Cal and seeing if he wanted to go get some food or find the muggle room and watch a movie.

She was just about to close her book and head out because the studying was just not working at the moment when another book hit the floor. She saw his look and heard his words. "That wasn't me. I assumed it was you that tossed the books. Why would you blame me for doing something you clearly had to do anyway." She was puzzled, was he one of those kids that couldn't remember what they just did or was he trying to get her in trouble?