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Post by Devin Reed on Nov 12, 2008 20:59:36 GMT -5
Devin was dying.
Well, practically, of boredom. Boredom in most people's eyes would be described as that feeling when one has nothing to do and wanted to amuse one's self. But that was hardly true in this case. The boy had plenty of options in the catagory of 'something to do'. He could go for a stroll down by the unusually dark waters of the Black Lake. He could wander towards the quidditch pitch and, after watching others practice, actually coax himself to mount a broom and attempt flying. He could stay in the Gryffindor common room by a window and catch up on some reading with the rays of the afternoon sun. Hell, if he really wanted to, Devin could've had some fun with the statues placed around school and his exceptional Transfiguration skills. Really, there was a world of possibility before the Gryffindor.
However, being Devin, he was somewhat unpredictable. In which case one would expect him to do the unexpected, in this case travel to the library to finish the essay, but that's beside the point. He had made the unusual descision to head down to the library, take a few books off the shelves, and explore his homework, which he, even more unusually, felt obliged to do. And so, after finding the piece of paper with the assignment written on it surprisingly quickly, Devin was off on his way to the library without a second thought. To anyone that knew who he was would tell you that the faint smile on his face meant he was up to something. Oh how surprised they would be if they were to head to the library later that day to find him working on an assignment rather than saving it for the middle of the night. But hey, maybe it was just an unusual day.
Footsteps echoed through the nearly empty hall like soft whispers of gossip. Just a few other students wandered them aimlessly, making slight eye contact each other. Perhaps a small smile if they knew eachother. But usually, it wasn't too much of a significant meeting. Maybe some were headed to the library as well, but most likely not. The smallest sigh escaped the vocals of the boy as he traveled on towards the library. Only Devin would put off homework until it was due less than twenty four hours away. Not only was it homework, but it was an essay. A full, five-paged essay. For what class again? It was all written on the piece of paper...paper...paper...where was the paper? Oh well, it would basically write itself. Another sigh stifled its way out. Dev was definately not the most organized person in the world. But as long as he was coasting along at 'average' he was okay, right?
A hand snaked its way around the cold metal handle of the heavy library door and heaved it open. Quickly, he slipped inside before it slammed shut. The librarian hissed at him to be quiet. Ah...the farmiliar greeting... Mockingly, he nodded back a greeting with a beaming smile. It would seem like he could have just being kind, but perhaps it was right to doubt the gesture. Only he knew for sure. The slight aroma of dust floated through the air, as it always did. The shades on the windows on the far wall were half drawn, as if only a limited amount of light was neccissary. The library wasn't really the most pleasant place in the world. Actually, it gave Devin the creeps. It even had it's own personal witch. Literally. There was something about the tall bookshelves, all of them tall as trees, that made Devin uncomfortable, strangely alert like some awful awful being was hidden there. But, alas, there wasn't. Only the horrid assignment he had yet to start.
Now...homework. Why he was actually doing the assignment before the last few hours before the due date was unknown. He was perfectly alright with his current grades. He never really liked teachers. He probably would've preferred to get on the bad side of his superiors. It made being rude to them all the more easier. Something he had excelled in back at his old school. Something almost everyone had excelled in back at his old school. Devin was in too good of a mood to think about the great changes in, not only his schools, but his family and their thoughts of him, that had taken place, though, six years later, he still hadn't gotten over the fact that he couldn't use electronics. Despite that, though, the smallest twitch of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he strode down the rows of bookshelves that stretched towards the high ceiling like collassal trees. As long as he was in a good mood his mind was left open to actually read and do his assignment. But something made the library a bit better: There was no one else in the room noticable. Which meant no Slytherins who decided that Gryffindors like himself were prey, no Ravenclaws doing annoyingly well on their homework, no other Gryffindors pulling pranks that he couldn't get in on, no one who could potentially distract him. Because honestly, he needed the focus. The grin seemed to inch a tad wider as the realization came to mind.
Dev stressed his memory to the max as he tried to remember one of two things. 1. What class the report was for? 2. Where was the piece of paper he had written everything on? He didn't really know...but he could guess. If he was wrong, he could always check with someone. Oh, right. There's no one to check with. Why can't I remember anything? he thought bitterly as his deep brown eyes searched across a series of books. Devin hated homework. What were these books even about? Probably gonna write itself anyways... He reminded himself of the previous thought. Shrugging pesimistically, he grabbed a few random books off the shelves and began walking towards the tables. Even this slight change of mood was unusual for Devin. It proved that he really was annoyed. Then to top it all off the books took a tumble from his insecure grasp and went scattering to the floor.
One more exasperated sigh escaped from his throat. Kneeling down upon one knee he began to pick up the literary material. Devin kept a firm hold on them once he had them picked up. He turned around to, once more, continue his quest to the tables when he found himself nearly colliding with someone. He felt the books leave his hands once more as he avoided the crash. Though this time, he was thoroughly frustrated with them, he left them on the floor like a spilled tower of blocks. [b"Sorry..." [/b] he muttered to the other person, the slight level of annoyance caught in his voice.[/size][/blockquote][/color]
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