Trying to help on Library

The Plotter

August 20, 2013 2:51 PM

A little bit of history repeating by The Plotter

The law section was probably amongst the least frequented of all those at Sonora. Thus, perhaps it had always been.... Haunted did not seem the right word. For the figures gathering there now were too colourful and too solid for ghosts, even if they were dressed in a suitably historic fashion. It looked more like a re-enactment society than anything, only without any air of fun. They seemed to be taking everything incredibly seriously. Then, there was the furniture. There was a judge's podium, benches and tables for the prosecution and defence, a dock for the witness. Could that have always been occupying this area of the library – perhaps even been the draw for such strange people to gather there? It seemed... questionable at best.

The judge steepled his hands, looking sternly down at one of the figures below. She was a girl of no more than fifteen, sitting alone at the table for the defence. Opposite her, the prosecution – a richly dressed man and his equally smart looking lawyer – sat looking smug.

“You stand accused of cursing the land of a noble man to blight his crops,” the judge intoned, “This is a shocking affront not only to him but to the community which it would have fed, as well as the affront to our Lord God caused by acts of sorcery.”

“I never cast... I can't...” the girl began, swallowing nervously. She was no witch. She knew exactly why the allegedly noble land owner had it in for her. Having little else in life, her honour was one thing she had to set store in, and which she would not give up, no matter the title of the man paying her attentions. He was doing this out of spite, for her having spurned him. With the trend towards accusing women of witchcraft, she should have been more wary. Was ruined honour worse than being put to death? He would not have bragged about it, so only she would have known. Well, her and the Lord. At least if they condemned her here, she had been a dutiful enough girl that she trusted he would not. It was better to die still in the Lord's good graces. Still, she would rather have not died at all. Or rather, not just yet.

“I have a witness,” she managed, seeming to find a little nerve. “They were with me on the day he says I done it.”

“I hardly see that that proves much. You could have slipped out at any hour. Witches are most prolific at night, after all. Or maybe you can cast spells just by thinking about it.”

“At least hear what they have to say” she pleaded. Turning and catching sight of a student, who had slipped into the section, she cried out, “Here they are now – tell him, won't you?” she pleaded.

Subthreads:

I see my future... by Brianna Japos with Clara Abernathy, Brianna

Trying to help by Arabella Brockert

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Brianna Japos

August 20, 2013 8:02 PM

I see my future... by Brianna Japos

Brianna had spent a lot of her time these last two terms in the Library. Last year, she had been in there trying to keep up with everything because of her issues but also because of the CATS. She had fallen behind during the summer and it had taken everything in her (and much of Josh’s time) to get her back to being ahead of it again. It had been a long and slow process, but she had managed to make it through. It was a small miracle, but one she had grown to be appreciative of.

This year, she was in the library more for other reasons. The normal reasons like doing homework and studying were still present in her mind whenever she was there. Josh helped her out a lot with her Potions work and she had no idea how she was going to make it through next year after he was gone. But, there was another reason why she was here. Brianna had figured out over the last summer what it was that she had a passion for; the Justice System. After coming to find out that the group of boys who had assaulted her would not be convicted for her crimes, Brianna had been devastated. Her life had not been worth the same as theirs. Had she actually died, would it have made a difference? Would the judge have noticed she was a person then?

Everything that happened had infuriated her. She felt the anger boil within her each and every time she looked at her crutch or thought of those boys who were free to do as they pleased while she was stuck a cripple for the rest of her life. The Justice System had failed her. She had spent a lot of time reading up on cases like hers or cases where the criminals were set free. Most of the time, it came down to money. It disgusted her with the things that money could do for people, but to allow them freedoms after such heinous crimes? She wanted justice to those who deserved it and for the ones who did the crime to actually pay for it.

This was what fueled her to do well in school most days. When she could, she would got to the library and study more on Criminology and Law. It was on one of these days where Brianna had stumbled upon the appearance of the court room. She had been in the aisle next to it when it appeared. She had slowly made her way around the corner as she listened to it and nearly fell over when she finally rounded the corner to discover the court room. It looked old-fashion as did their attires. The school hadn’t announced any sort of production happening and by the intense gaze the girl befell onto her, she thought it might have been real. It was the question asked directly to her that had Brianna panic and scatter away.

Obsession kept her coming back to the library. Every day after class, Brianna would go and stalk the aisles to try and find the court room again. She had even going through history books to try and find out anything and discovered the trial of a young girl. There were a lot of trials for young girls back in the era of the Witch Trials, so she wasn’t sure if it was the right one, but either way, it didn’t seem to go well for them either way. Brianna wanted to know more, but she needed to know the names of the people before she could go further.

Luck would have it early one evening. While Brianna was walking through a row, looking at the books, the voice of the judge suddenly filled the air. Brianna hobbled over to see through the cracks between books into the aisle beside her. Sure enough, they were there. She watched them with intense interest, trying to catch a name. She was pressed completely against the bookcase, her crutch forgotten on the floor as her hands gripped the wood in front of her. She had nearly forgotten she was in the library at all until someone spoke in her ear beside her.

Brianna let out a startled gasp, jumped, tripped on her crutch that was at her feet, knocked her head against the wooden bookcase, and toppled to the ground all in a matter of seconds. Holding her head where she hit it and trying to untangle her legs from her crutch, Brianna looked up to see who it was she had just made an embarrassment of herself in front of.

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Clara Abernathy

August 21, 2013 12:04 AM

I hope it's a good one by Clara Abernathy

Clara had come up to the Library to do some studying and an assistant shift. Since the game with Aladren was done she found she had a lot more free time to be able to help out in the Library as she hoped she would. She found that she didn’t mind doing the work up there because it gave her lots of time to think and to read for classes. She would have liked to do some of her studying with Lucian, but she hadn’t seen him outside of class yet to suggest it so she came alone. She walked into the Library and signed in on the assistant sheet so that the other students would know who was available should they need the help. She smiled towards the few students she already saw and waved cheerfully towards Brianna when she caught sight of her entering the Library. She wasn’t sure if Brianna had spotted her at all, but she waved and smiled all the same. She gathered up the books that had been returned already and with the cart she began putting them away. She was working near the Justice section of the Library putting away a few books when she heard something strange. It sounded like a gavel and a man talking. Since she was pretty certain there wasn’t a gavel hanging around the Library and the Librarian wasn’t there at the moment, she almost concluded that it must be one of the male teachers. Yeah that must be it she told herself as she laughed at herself for being silly.

She went back to putting away the books on her cart and noticed that Brianna was standing in one of the aisles leaning against the bookcase. She appeared to be watching something with serious interest. Clara left the cart where it was and went to ask if she was okay. She heard strange voices again and found herself looking through the bookcase behind Brianna at what appeared to be a court scene. “What in the sam hill?” she found herself asking out loud before she realized what she was doing. Brianna must have heard her because she suddenly gasped in surprise, bumped her head it looked like on the bookcase and fell to the floor, tangling herself up in her crutches. Or it may have been crutch, Clara couldn’t readily tell as she jumped back herself in surprise. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her hands were clasped over her mouth. “Oh my goodness…Brianna! I am soo sorry!” Clara apologized profusely. She immediately reached down and tried to help the girl untangle herself and get back up. “Are you okay?” she asked, her face littered with concern. Once Brianna seemed to be okay again Clara asked her about what she had been looking at. “I don’t mean to pry, but what was going on back there? It sounded like a trial of some kind., but that’s crazy right?” She really had no idea what to make of what she had just seen.

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Brianna

August 21, 2013 10:02 PM

Better than the past at any rate. by Brianna

Brianna looked up to find a girl she only vaguely recognized. She couldn’t remember her name off the top of her head at the moment, but the fact that her head was currently hurting and she was utterly embarrassed by everything that had just transpired, it would be a moment for her brain to make any connections anyway. She could already feel a lump forming under her hand that was holding the spot she had bumped and hoped that it didn’t bruise. It probably would though, she seemed to always bruise. She still had paste though back in her bag, so at least she wouldn’t have to walk around with a bruise on her forehead for long and the lump would fade when she put a cold pack against it. After years of being thrown around by the kids in her building, she knew the easiest remedies to heal her body.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Brianna stated hastily, waving off the other girl’s help. Brianna was loathed to allow other people she did not know well to help her. She was not needy or an invalid. She could help herself on her own. Brianna untangled the crutch from her bump leg and set it aside. She smoothed down her skirt and folded her legs beside her as it would be easier that way to help herself up. In this position, she had a clearer view of the girl and remembered her name. She was Clara. Brianna had shared classes with her last year, so she must have been a fourth year now. Brianna remembered the fifth years quite well. She found it odd that the girl knew who she was, but then, with her being on crutches, she was sure that most of the students 4th year and up would remember her better than she would them.

Brianna attached the crutch to her arm and, using the bookcase for support, pulled herself up from the ground. She was pretty sure she would have preferred only three people to have seen her take a spill like that, but it had been neither of them. Maybe it was better because the likelihood of her running into Clara again was slim. Unless she planned to stalk these aisles too. Then Brianna would have to be reminded of this moment for a long time to come. Or, as long as the trial continued to appear.

She didn’t know how to take Clara’s statement, ’I don’t mean to pry’. Whatever was happening had nothing to do with Brianna, so she really wasn’t sure exactly what Clara was prying into. “I don’t know what that was.” Brianna said after a moment of looking back through the shelves to the other side and finding the area empty once again. She wondered if her making the ruckus had broken whatever spell had been over the spot. “You work here, I’m sure you know more than I do on it. It’s been happening off and on all week.” Brianna informed the girl, shrugging her shoulders and acting as though it wasn’t a big deal despite the fact that she had been obsessing over it for a while now. She was afraid that Clara would do something to stop it and then Brianna would never find out who the people were or what happened.

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Clara

August 30, 2013 10:34 PM

Well, thats something right? by Clara

Clara backed away politely when Brianna waved away her help getting up. She really wasn’t offended that Brianna refused her assistance, besides it wasn’t like Brianna really knew her too well to begin with. She had seen Brianna around school, Clara knew her name from classes and such, but that’s pretty much where her familiarity with her ended. She knew that Brianna had been out of school for a while due to an injury which was apparent due to her crutch, but Clara had never heard about how she had been injured. She figured that since she and Brianna weren’t very close that it wasn’t her place to ask. She had merely accepted the rumor that Brianna had been injured and would be out of school for a while. Simple as that. She waited patiently until Brianna had managed to get herself to her feet before she said anything else. Brianna answered her question (sort-of) as she got to her feet and Clara looked slightly confused and a little guilty. It was true that Clara had signed up to be one of the Library assistants, but between classes and Quidditch practice at the start of the term, she hadn’t officially been able to help out in the Library as planned until just before Pecari’s match with Aladren. Now that the game was over and done with she had ample time outside of classes to help out as she had planned to do.

“To be completely honest, I haven’t been able to do much assisting in the Library since I signed up to help out,” she admitted chuckling. “Thanks to my cousin’s insane practice schedule before our game with Aladren, I had no time to really pitch in before like I had planned. Since I’ve been able to finally start coming in I haven’t actually been on this side of the Library until today,” she admitted. “I know about as much as you do about what was going on in that aisle,” she told Brianna matter-of-factly. “Perhaps we could find out together…if you wouldn’t mind having a research partner. I don’t know about you, but I am really curious as to what that was all about. If you’d rather not work together on it, I’d completely understand,” she told Brianna sincerely. She didn’t want Brianna to feel uncomfortable about her being there or her offering to help out.

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Brianna

September 01, 2013 10:04 PM

If you're an Optimist. by Brianna

For some reason, the fourth year decided to give Brianna an explanation as to why she really didn’t have a clue as to what was going on or why she had failed at her responsibilities that she had committed to for the school. Brianna did not ask nor care. It was harsh, but it was nonetheless true. She couldn’t imagine the fourth year caring anything about Brianna on a personal level, so she felt justified in her feelings of this.

Brianna let her talk though anyway. She was clearly a talker and Brianna wasn’t. So, she had always just done what was easiest and let them run out of steam. Maybe Clara felt like she had to explain her absence to Brianna since Brianna was older and she might have come off as accusing for not knowing. That was not the case. Although, thinking about it, she supposed she had the right to be. If the girl was not going to be responsible in the job that she committed too, what right did she have to bother Brianna about it and interrupt something personal to Brianna? She did not say this and unless the girl could read her mind, the girl would never know it.

“I don’t want to research why its happening.” Brianna told the girl truthfully. If the girl found out why or told anyone that it was happening, then they might fix the issue and this whole thing would be lost forever to Brianna. She needed to know who these people were. She needed to know what happened to the girl. She did not want to know why it was appearing. She did not want it to end. “This might just be a big fun mystery to you, Clara. But it’s real to those in it. We affect the outcome of whatever happens in this… whatever this is. It happened. At some point in history, it happened and no matter what we say or do now, it won’t change it. But we can learn from it.” Brianna’s attention had returned to the now empty area. “The Law has wronged so many people…” She stopped talking for a moment, lost in thought. “I don’t have time for games. It’s a trial where a girl is being accused of witchcraft. In the end, she’ll be burned at the stake or hung from a tree, I don’t know which, I haven’ figured out who she is yet. But, I feel that it’s wrong. All wrong.”

(OOC: Brianna was never out of school for her injuries. They happened at the beginning of summer before her 5th year. She had been well enough to attend school along with anything else by fall)

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Arabella Brockert

September 05, 2013 10:14 PM

Trying to help by Arabella Brockert

Ever since the DADA lesson about the patronous, Arabella had been studying the subject more intensely. Well, the subject of Defense more intensely. She had initally been amused at the thought of her rotten cousin casting a patronous, but hadn't really expected it to happen at all, hadn't expected....that .

Now she was freaked out and worried for the rest of her family, especially Ryan. Fortunately her older cousin insisted on staying with Sophie during the summer and occasionally visiting herself or Valerie or someone else. She knew he didn't like to be away from his parents-most of her family considered Jamie to be Ryan's mother now, even though they still thought of him as their cousin, nephew and grandson. The more distant relations such as Evan acknowledged him as their cousin too.

She also wanted to protect her younger siblings and Alex. Even Paul. Arabella had always been like that, fiercely loyal to and protective of those she cared about and Carrie knew that was the button to push with her and the fifth year knew that it was one her cousin especially enjoyed. She hated Arabella more than anyone she hated anyone else other than Ryan and her stepmother and her other siblings and maybe Lucrezia Renaldi-someone the Pecari should possibly enlist as an ally come to think of it-and by hurting someone that Arabella cared about, Carrie got a two-for-one deal. And she had been the one to get Worst Enemies with Carrie in the yearbook last year-separately from Carrie getting it with everyone else.

Gone was her perpetual amusement. Oh yes, there were things in life she still found funny.But the fourth year being actually evil instead of just extremely cruel, though Arabella had thought Aunt Pearl was evil. Apparently the rotten poisonous apple didn't fall far from the tree.

But the rest of them were good. Yes, Tristan was kind of a pain who needed to keep his ego in check and Aunt Jillian, who wasn't even a biological relative, pushed her daughters way too hard, to the point where Amity was burnt out and didn't want to do anything and Chaslyn seemed highly anxious, but nobody else was evil . How did this happen? Carrie was what her mother had made her, Ryan was too, but he'd be influenced by her in a different way, to hate himself. It couldn't be nature or nurture because her father and their other six siblings had all turned out just fine. Arabella didn't understand this, she was logical apparently, but there was no logic to this and it sort of bothered her.

She could, quite obviously, concieve of evil. Understand that it existed, she didn't live in some perfect little fairy tale. She just didn't know how her aunt had ended up that way. Such a twisted, monsterous creature. Grandfather was miserly and gruff but genuinely loved them and Arabella couldn't think of a more kindhearted woman than her grandmother. Sometimes, she supposed, things just happened but this just defied all logical and that drove her as crazy as it would any Aladren. Probably more so than some.

Much like Ryan, the Pecari could hardly stand to be around Carrie now, but for different reasons. She hadn't told him about the spiders, she just couldn't. He'd been through enough, and was already planning to seek a restraining order against her like he had against Aunt Pearl once Carrie graduated. If he got one now, well, she had to live with their family, whereas he as an adult was free to go anywhere. It was just that Ryan didn't want to. He wanted to stay with the family that he deserved at last-and Carrie ruined that for him, though Arabella very much doubted Ryan minded staying with Sophie all summer. She couldn't blame him for staying away when the fourth year was there. Being in Carrie's presence made the Pecari feel faintly ill now, and she liked to think she was a fairly strong person. She couldn't imagine how difficult it was for Ryan, whose misery Carrie delighted in above all others.

Her cousins did not seem to have this issue. Amity was still amused. Tristan hadn't seen it and the first year had the benefit of being someone who Carrie just couldn't get to no matter how hard she tried. He was confident in his place as the heir of the Spaulding family whose mother had been a Brockert. For all his arrogance annoyed her at times, she supposed it had some benefits. Carrie could never hurt him. However, Arabella did worry about her younger cousins and siblings. She worried about Chaslyn and Kira who seemed vulnerable and Serena and Fabian were her younger brother and sister. She'd told her parents what had happened but wouldn't tell her siblings anymore than she'd told Ryan. She didn't want to scare them. Uncle Seth had also recommended that she didn't tell Aunt Lilac. For some reason people didn't want to ruin her innocent way of looking at life. They wouldn't tell her what Aunt Pearl had tried to do to Ryan either, even though her nephews who were nine and eleven knew, as well as Amity. Technically she supposed Peyton knew too, but there was no way a child that young understood.

She thought about the others who had been in class with her. Amity had covered up a laugh and Evan seemed to come out of whatever place his own mind usually occupied when the screaming began, but seemed to share Arabella's horror . Aunt Lilac's nephew Marcus had rushed to comfort her, the silly innocent boy, and Melanie Lennox had just seemed disgusted by the presence of spiders. Maybe Evan though could help her. If she just knew what exactly she was that she needed help with . He might have ideas, he thought outside the proverbial box.

The Pecari wandered a bit aimlessly through the library. It wasn't really a place she'd ever spent much time in. She might have been a logical, practical person but that didn't mean she was that studious, though her grades were all right. Things just seemed like common sense to her. For example, she could see the practical side of her betrothal, given her and Paul's respective places in their families as well as the statuses of the families themselves, hers old and established, his fairly new and upcoming. It was a good match logically speaking. Besides, she felt lucky that he seemed to be laid back and easy to get along with. Plus he was logical too according to the yearbook. Unless he'd been placed there because none of the other boys were, but with Linus there, that wouldn't make sense. He might be bit pompous-though there were certainly worse people about and not just Carrie-but her betrothed's roommate was certainly intelligent.

Suddenly, all thoughts of her betrothed, his roommate and her wretched cousin flew out of her head as she found herself in a court room. This made no more sense to her than how her aunt had become evil. Yes, there was the Mirage Chamber that was sometimes used for lessons and the MARS water room changed for whatever purpose someone needed it for but despite her somewhat lack of familiarity with the library, she was pretty sure there was no courtroom there. One built within a school just didn't make sense.

Whatever it was, there seemed to be some very serious proceedings going on. The person on trial seemed to be a girl about Arabella's age and the plaintiff seemed to be a very wealthy man with a hotshot lawyer. This seemed to be a case of the wealthy persecuting the poor. For a moment, she felt guilty. She was the wealthy. Luckily this man didn't seem to resemble any of the pictures she'd seen of any of her ancestors. Oh, she'd heard stories about Silas Brockert, her great-great-great-great grandfather and his desire to keep the Mormons out the way, but that was all about land. So people claimed. It worked apparently given the Brockerts were the Western family. Part of her betrothal, she was sure on Uncle Clifford's part, was in order to absorb and control the Bennetts.

Then, she heard what they people were saying and she was aghast. It was just like she'd always been taught, that Muggles persecuted wizards and witches just as much some witches and wizards persecuted Muggleborn and halfbloods and looked down on them. This might be why some purebloods acted that way. It definitely had to be the reason for the Statute of Secrecy. It was the same old garbage about blights on crops. Certainly, that was something wizards were capable of. Arabella wouldn't be surprised if her own ancestors had to get rid of or get back at someone. She knew full well that pureblood history was not full of perfectly upstanding people,but she was sure the same could be said for Muggles.

Still, real wizards usually weren't the ones actually who got in trouble. It was usually Muggle outcasts who suffered and died because of these things. Though it was still insulting that they thought being magical was a bad thing and to call a woman a witch was offensive and that people should be punished for being so. Maybe this was why some wizards had such a problem with Muggles? Maybe they'd been the ones persecuted first as some of her relatives believed, even if wizards-including her own ancestors-weren't completely blameless.

Arabella was taken aback as the girl spoke to her. She didn't even know this girl's name, and she was supposed to provide her an alibi? Okay, so the Pecari could relate to that. There were certain situations that would be quite possible and while there would be an awful lot of suspects, she'd certainly be the top one, and she'd want an alibi too. She could tell this girl was an innocent victim, possibly of a more unscrupulous witch, one more like Carrie, blaming her for the blight. Her cousin was certainly the sort to do something horrid-particularly if the girl was a Muggle-and blame someone else for it. It was one of her favorite things to do to Ryan.

So she had to think quickly, and she couldn't say anything that would cause more trouble for either one of them. "That's right. We spent the whole day working on preparations for my upcoming wedding." That was the first thing that came to her mind, even though that wasn't what was probably not what the girl thought they'd been doing. She may very well have just perjured herself.

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Clara

September 13, 2013 5:57 PM

I'd like to think I am by Clara

Clara was actually partially taken aback by Brianna’s response to her. She hadn’t meant to startle her or make her hurt herself and she certainly hadn’t meant to upset her. Sure, she was curious about the whole thing, but she hadn’t meant to make it sound like it was anything fun. She hardly felt that someone being put on trial for witchcraft was something to laugh about let alone anything to take lightly. While Brianna seemed to not care too much why the event was happening now and seemed more interested in who the girl was, Clara still couldn’t help wondering WHY this particular event was happening at this particular time. Was the girl a former student of the school who was forced to stand trial because of village fear? Was the trial appearing now because of the date on the calendar or because of the month perhaps? Did the trial originally take place on the school property? Could that be why its appearing here now? Sometimes the WHY of an event was just as important as the WHOM.

Considering the few snippets of information Clara had heard regarding Brianna’s unfortunate injury (full details of the event not really included in them), she could sort-of understand why Brianna was soo invested in what was going on. She didn’t fully understand it, but she had a slight idea. “I wasn’t aware that’s what the trial was actually about. I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I wasn’t trying to infer that looking into it would be in any way fun or a “big fun mystery” as you put it and mind you I‘m probably paraphrasing that part. It is a mystery, but from what I could see there wasn’t anything cute or fun about it.” She regarded Brianna seriously. “I only asked if you would like some help looking into it because I figured two people doing so would get more information than one alone. I’m beginning to get the feeling that you don’t agree so I’ll just leave you to do whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted. The offer to help still stands though.” She gave Brianna a small apologetic smile before turning back to the cart of books she had abandoned when she went to see what Brianna had been looking at. She moved to push the cart away from the aisle, but stopped briefly to turn back towards Brianna.

“I really am sorry I intruded. I hadn’t meant to offend you or anything, I’m sorry if I did.” She apologized again and really meant it. She hadn’t been trying to upset Brianna, she really had just wanted to help. She was pretty sure though that given Brianna’s reaction to her that Brianna probably wasn’t in the mood to accept her assistance. Clara could hardly blame her if she wasn’t, she did startle the poor girl and cause her to bump her head and fall. Clara would probably have been in a less than stellar mood herself if someone had done the same to her. She knew that she was rambling at this point, but she couldn’t quite keep her next thought to herself. “It does seem a little odd though that this seems to be happening now though,” Clara commented curiously. “Why here? Why this library? Why not a different one?” She gave Brianna a curious look. “Maybe the WHY of it isn’t as important as the WHOM, but it might be a place to start at least. Maybe in getting an idea of Why the Whom will come along with it,” she suggested shrugging her shoulders. Something Brianna said struck her as odd. How did she know that they could affect the outcome of the trial that seemed to be going on in their Library? That made Clara curious all over again.

“Look, I am sorry if I upset you somehow…I wasn’t trying to, but I don’t think its fair to snap at me for being curious. Maybe you’re right, maybe the WHY doesn’t matter anymore nor will it change the outcome of whatever already happened to that girl, but it might be a place to start as I said.” She was a little uneasy with being snapped at, but she wasn’t going to hold it against Brianna for doing it, especially since this particular case seemed to bother her quite a bit. Clara thought her comment about the law was a little odd, but she wasn’t going to push her about it. She had to agree from what little bit of it Brianna said that she was right. The law was very wrong sometimes, but she was unsure as to how it pertained to Brianna. Again that was a subject she decided to leave alone. Somehow she had the distinct feeling that it would be one that Brianna would be very uncomfortable with if she did ask about it. She instead found herself asking a different question instead. “Just out of curiosity, how do know that we can affect the outcome of that trial if its already happened?” Clara asked curiously. She stood by the book cart as she asked her question. She hoped that despite possibly being annoyed with her as Brianna seemed to be, that she might answer her question anyway.

(OOC: I apologize for any confusion on my part as far as anything I may have assumed about Brianna's absence or lack thereof is concerned. I was unaware of the details of her injuries and that she was not out of school because of them.)

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Brianna

September 18, 2013 8:58 PM

Some of us are Realists. by Brianna

Brianna had to resist a sigh when Clara kept talking. She was the sort of girl who was used to getting things her way and the idea of not being able to seemed to upset her into talking. A child of the privileged. The fact of the matter was, she had mentioned being curious to know what it was all about. Anyone who heard the comment would take that to mean that she saw this as a mystery to solve. Most people who liked to solve mysteries obviously found enjoyment in them. She had no real reason to otherwise care that much and wouldn’t then needed to ‘research’ it to satiate her curiosity. Instead, she would simply go to the Substitute Librarian and tell him about the anomaly and then be done with the whole. Therefore, it was completely logical for Brianna to get that she found this whole things as something of an adventure to be had. But the fourth year apparently felt her terminology meant differently.

Brianna had turned away from Clara and was rubbing her head looking through the shelves when the young girl spoke again to her. “You didn’t offend me and I did not snap at you; I was only making a point. “ Brianna stated, turning away from the shelves to look at Clara. It was clear that the court room was not going to return anytime soon, so there was no point in Brianna staying around at this point since she had already done her research earlier that day. “You said you were curious about it, curiosity implies enjoyment at the idea of what is could be. Suggesting that you saw it as a mystery and possible adventure is not outside the realm of possibility.” Brianna exclaimed evenly.

She moved away from the aisle of books and headed towards the table that she had left her things at. “You are suggesting that I haven’t already looked into all of that.” She commented blankly. “It’s not a completely foreign idea that the girl had been a student here, so I checked the records. I checked this history of the school. There is nothing that I can find regarding a student that was on trial for witchcraft. Also, there are no records of trials being held in this particular area since the school is out in the desert. Most likely, they happened in Phoenix or a similar city.” Brianna informed the girl. Brianna was not an idiot. Researching as much about the school history and the history of the area had been one of her first attempts at trying to identify the young woman.

“Anyway, the why its suddenly appearing isn’t my concern. That’s an issue for the school. I just figured it was the Substitute Librarian’s idea of a little fun in such a stuffy place.” Whether that was true or not remained to be seen, but it was a thought that she had had. She was in the middle of putting her books away when Clara asked her the question, “The actual trial happened centuries ago, but this one that happens here is more like an interactive play.” Brianna said, trying to explain it. “I won’t change history, but for a little while, you can become a part of it.”

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