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Atlas Primred, Pecari

November 17, 2013 7:05 PM

I opened the door and then there was... by Atlas Primred, Pecari

Atlas opened the colossal doors to the library, big at least, for his small first year size, a trait about himself he loathed just as much as his feminine features. With a strong pull he closed the door, now surprisingly lighter than before, producing a thunderous bang, which echoed, throughout the massive library. Atlas made a face at the door and quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. He staggered swiftly into the closest aisle, then an adjacent aisle. He wanted to get as far away as possible from the entrance, just incase an attendant decided to find the troublemaker who had made the noise.

“That was weird,” he thought to himself, now feeling well enough hidden to reflect about what had happened. “There was no breeze so it had to have been the door. Maybe its one of those…um… spell casted objects I have heard so much about,” he thought to himself trying to remember the term for something with a permanent charm. “Maybe I’ll revisit that chapter of the charms book”, Atlas said to himself, disappointed in his own inability to remember the term.

Although Atlas could perform spells well, he had a hard time with remembering facts behind the spells, which he knew would kill him when examinations came around. After all, the only reason he knew so much about plants was because he obsessed over them for half his life. Almost everyday, he read through his dad’s old botany books, especially the one laying on his nightstand back in the dorm, which he would be sure to look through again, now that he was feeling so down in the dumps about his abilities.

Remembering that he had come there to read, not sulk, Atlas looked around at the section he had been hiding in. He skimmed lazily through a few shelves making out only a few titles that he could understand, Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles, Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic, Illegal Compendium 198, to name a few. Atlas grimaced, figuring that even magical libraries had their share of boring books.

He sauntered to the end of the aisle to see what was the name of the place he had found himself. There on the upper side of the bookcase, was the plaque entitled: Legal section. “That figures,” Atlas thought to himself hitting his head against the bookcase, “out of all the aisles, I managed to find the most boring section right off the bat. What does that say about my character?” Atlas lifted his head slightly, looking down the hall trying to read what the other signs contained. Dragon section, Wandlore section, and the Invisibility section, where the closest to him, but even so, those where just the ones in easy eyeshot. There were still many aisles, beyond, behind, and in front.

He didn’t even know where to start, half of the names he didn’t even understand. “Just what was ‘Wandlore’, and how can they have 4 aisles dedicated to it!?” he thought to himself, head resting against the Legal section bookcase once more. Atlas looked down at his shoes through his auburn hair, thinking pensively about his past few weeks. “Maybe I just don’t belong here either,” he began, feeling his homesickness finally beginning to bubble to the surface. At that moment all Atlas wanted was to read his dad’s botany book, then he could at least pretend he was at home, where he belonged, well as much as he could anywhere that is.

He took a deep breath, letting his head stay there for a moment longer. “Well I’m already here”; he thought pushing himself away from the bookcase. Not wanting to waste his efforts, and really just trying to shake his depression, he tried to think positive, “maybe they have a plant section here”. Straining his eyes to see if there where any plant sections beyond the reading tables, Atlas decided it would be less effort to just ask someone, the last thing he wanted to do was to get lost in the labyrinth of a library.

“Um…” he started shyly, asking the closest person he could find. “Do you know if they a have an herb, or a tree, or even a grass section? Anything will do as long as it has plants.

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Ava Fletcher

November 17, 2013 9:56 PM

Help? by Ava Fletcher

After re-signing up for the library assistants position, Ava wandered over to the shelves to find a book to check out on Healing for reading in her spare time and also to see if there was a book of spells she might be able to find under any section that could aid her in her clumsiness. As she perused the shelves in the spells section, she twisted her signature braid around her index fingers blowing the loose bits from her eyes. She reached out to pull a book that looked interesting out, wrinkling her nose in distaste when she saw her paint stained fingers and was yet again reminded of the oil paint fiasco she'd had earlier that week whilst trying to open a particularly hard bottle of "Majestic Purple". The entire thing had semi exploded across her painting smock, jeans, and bed spread as well as hair and fingers. After putting a small bit of the color on her palette (the only place said paint had, ironically, not gotten), Ava had then proceeded to slide in a bit of the mess on the floor and dropped her palette, getting more paint on her already stained bed and clothes. Luckily the paint had come off the floor pretty quickly as that was the first thing she'd scrubbed, and the prairie elves had managed to get most of it out of her sheets and clothes, but her hair was still, unfortunately, stained as were her fingers. Ava frowned again when she realized the book she'd pulled was not, in fact, the one she was looking for, and reshelved it.

After looking nearly everywhere she could find in that particular section, Ava gave up and started to move towards the Healing section to find a book preferably with pictures, this time, perhaps, on disease. Something deadly that came with interesting skin altercations would be ideal. She carefully perused the shelves, slowly moving from each one to the next as she considered all her options. She soon had a stack of books that she was satisfied with and was headed to a table to read them and take notes (she only wanted to check out the more interesting ones, after all) when she heard a question. She lifted her head from the angle it was at to see around the books and watch the floor. This was so that she wouldn't trip on anyone but it reminded her, sadly, of the friend she had made in the library the first night at school, T.L. She hadn't seen or heard from him after their first flying lesson and she'd been sad as they had had a lot in common. After looking around to check to see if the question was indeed directed towards her, she responded. "Plants? Sure thing, just let me put these down." she nodded her head towards the large stack of books in her arms. "What kind of book? I know you said it didn't matter, but it depends if you want more herbology or potions oriented. Or maybe you're interesting in Healing? That uses plants!"

She was rather pleased to be the older student helping a younger one now. Last year she had been the first year asking for help and even though she was now a second year she still felt a little on the young side considering the school went all the way up to seventh year. However, being asked for help made her feel rather important and she was glad that she had spent most of her time in the library last year in addition to being a library assistant.

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Atlas Primred

November 29, 2013 9:27 PM

A strange girl? by Atlas Primred

Atlas blinked, staring at the peculiar creature he could barely see from behind the books. “Are you…?” he began, stopping himself quickly. She looked oddly familiar, perhaps he had a class with her, or maybe she just had one of those faces. Furthermore, she looked like she had gotten attacked by a bucket of paint. “She does know the paint is supposed to go onto the canvas? Maybe she is into ‘modern art’?” Atlas thought to himself, trying to imagine her throwing globs of purple paint at a canvas. How else could she have gotten paint into her hair to the extent she did. Atlas couldn’t help but wonder if she was a novice painter, a ditz or just strange. She may have been unusual, but she seemed to be knowledgeable enough, and for that, Atlas was thankful.

Atlas tried and failed miserably to hide the skepticism in his face when she mentioned healing with plants. He wanted to be as respectful as he could to the older student, and the last thing he wanted to do was offend her. However, he was from Santa Cruz, a town known for having a large hippie population. There where 3 herbal “remedy” shops just in the downtown area, one of which was adjacent to his mom’s coffee shop. He usually tried to avoid those types of shops if he could. He only went in with his mom a few times when she needed to pick up a shipment of tea. In addition to all the mumbo jumbo crystals and herbal “remedies”, the place always used way too much incense, which burned his nostrils, making him sneeze incessantly.

Atlas composed himself quickly once he realized that she was still preoccupied by the leaning tower of too many books. “Yea fine, but do you need some help?” Atlas replied. His hand brushed lightly against her purple tainted fingers as he reached to take some of the books from her load.

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