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Post by OPHELIA LARA TARYN on Mar 27, 2013 12:09:24 GMT -5
Ophelia had always taken great pleasure in her ability to create something out of almost absolute nothingness, truly the young Gryffindor prided herself in the gift of spinning boring facts and dates into proper constructed sentences, that or she was the greatest bull shitter Hogwarts had met in a while. The half filled page of parchment stared back at her almost challengingly as her speckled brown eyes locked with the stack of books that sat on her desk. She bloody hated Arithmancy, whoever created the subject was either a plain nutter, or had far too much time on their hands.
Number chart after number chart littered both the floor around her shoes and her messy half open folder, it had been a while since the desk had looked neat and she was to far lost in her own work to care for the haughty librarians tut’s and mumbles. If Madam Prince was really that bothered then she could clean it up herself, Ophelia didn’t have time to sort out fact pages three to four again, they could stay on the floor for all she cared, well for the moment anyway. Her crumpled quill scribbled across the page as she hastily explained her calculations, abandoning any and all care for her usually neat handwriting.
Finally she drew to the end of her paragraph; for a moment she sat in stony silence, contemplating her next move. Biting her lip, in almost cloudy absent mindedness she let the quill drop from her fingers, dropping ink droplets across the dark mahogany desk.
“For goodness sake...” she mumbled, swishing her wand and removing the stains. A fine for a new desk would be the stingy icing on the cake of such terribly morning. A soft sigh escaped her lips, she needed a break, anything, an escape from the mountain of work that had piled itself around her. She pushed her chair out and jumped up her restless legs ready to explore the rest of the library, she was sure she’d need another source book anyway and a well deserved break suited her just fine.
“Come on feet.” She mumbled tiredly to herself as she began the trail to the familiar book aisle not caring where she was going, at least away from her desk she could figure her next move. Now all she needed was to find that book.
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