take me away (open)

[aisling]

Aisling loved books and reading. When the weather was horrible in Ireland (as it was oft to do), she would spend the day inside reading a book. Sometimes it would be fiction, or history, or maybe one of her brother's old school texts. In any case, reading was a comfort to her, especially when the weather wasn't the most gorgeous and inviting. Today was one of those days. A stormy Thursday afternoon to be precise. Maybe that's why the library was a little more hopping than normal. With little to do outside, the students needed to find other ways to occupy their free time. It didn't really both Aisling, though. She made her little nook near a back corner on the library. Most people never went back there.

She had come to call this place her spot. There was a small table set with two chairs where most had four. She never knew why and sometimes thought of asking the librarian if there was a specific purpose to this or not. Then again, it wasn't that important and Aisling rather not bring up her little oasis in speech where others could hear her. Seclusion wasn't always best utilized for reading in public places and Aisling rather not have her favorite spot defiled.

So this is where we find the petite girl. The table hasn't a shred of parchment nor a single quill. Where most students would have tons of books sprawled out doing homework, Aisling had a single one, open about a quarter of the way through. She picked it up off the shelf about an hour or two ago. It was a history piece on Hogsmeade and she was finding it absolutely fascinating. For some strange reason, where most people found historical texts boring beyond all belief, Aisling ate them right up. This was one of those times. She had very little awareness that the library was filling up more in more and soon, many empty places were running out. If this kept up, the small girl was bound to have a visitor any moment.

[Christabel Roussel]

The thing about rainy days, Chrissy never liked them, nope, not at all. Most especially hard rains where lightning and thunder figure it would be the best opportunity to suppress their anger every five minutes or so. As she sat atop her four poster bed, she couldn't help but glance quickly, hoping not to get electrocuted. It took a little while but soon she had become engrossed in whatever she was reading and didn't bother the outside world. That was of course until she had gotten all shaken up by the next bang of thunder.

Realizing trying to shut out her fear from just sitting on her bed, she packed her book and headed out to the library where she was more than sure she wouldn't be bothered at all by the outside noise. Along the way, she wasn't surprised that the corridors were all empty. She began to wonder if there would be anyone else at the library at this time of the day, most especially on a day like this. She did feel glad that she had managed to dress appropriately before heading out, a pleasant change from her outfit at the dorm. Once she had reached her destination, she felt pleased to see she wasn't the only one, it didn't even bother her the least that it was just one person, just as long as there was someone. Somehow, being all alone in one place, especially a vast wide open space such as the library, it was just maybe a little too eerie for her.

She chose a seat at a table not to far away from the girl then proceeded to one section she knew would somewhat amaze her at this time. She didn't really know how she had come to add facts on the muggle world to her list of interesting stuff to study on but maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact she had attended a muggle school before coming to Hogwarts. What amazed her even more was the amount of books on the particular subject. For a school solely centered on educating young witches and wizards, they sure seemed to keep a lot of info about the non wizarding world. After a careful debate on choices, she settled for six books she felt she couldn't leave the library without reading them. It was not an easy task mind you, carrying six heavy books. But thanks to heavy enthusiasm, she managed to hold them all up, stacked high at the very least. As she began her movement back towards her table she suddenly began to wish she hadn't picked a table so far away. A couple steps more and the books began to wobble slowly, she could feel a tear of sweat starting to fall from the top of her chin upon realizing what was going to happen any minute. Quickly thinking, she decided upon her best option which was to try and make it before disaster happens. But a task so tricky was something she hadn't exactly been prepared for any just a few inches away from her table, the books came tumbling down. "Oh no," she whimpered to herself while praying the librarian wouldn't come swooping upon her and kicking her out.

[aisling]

Aisling was wrapped up in her book. She was getting to the part when there was a bit of commercialization and some of the stores were being built. Some of those buildings were still standing today, even if they weren't in original form, but everything was expected to change over time. That's why history was so fascinating. Some things could be so different and yet others could be exactly the same. It was really just a gigantic story or which everyone was a part.

The little historical bubble that Aisling had built around herself was about to be popped in a big way. She had no idea about the girl coming towards her. She rarely paid attention to things going on around her when she was reading. The world within the words always seemed to occupy her conscious state- that is until it is rudely interrupted. It typically took a lot for it to happen, so kudos to the new girl in the library.

The crash of books snapped Aisling back into reality. Her head lifted rather quickly and scanned the area for what could have made such a noise. It sounded like a small bomb could have gone off or someone knocked over a bookshelf. What she found, however, was a girl around her age, who actually looked eerily like her, not far off with a pile of books surrounding her ankles. Aisling felt bad for the books, torn about on the floor. Some were face down, pages more than likely bent. It was almost like a murder scene. It was just like Aisling to feel more sympathy for the inanimate objects as well, but she soon realized that the girl was probably embarrassed for dropping them and making such a commotion. So, she quickly memorized the page she was reading and left it open, knowing that some pages would flutter into a different place, but Aisling couldn't bear to dog ear a page and she had not a scrap of paper on her to mark her place.

She stood up, leaving her chair out. It wouldn't be too much longer until she returned and there were never too many people causing traffic through this area of the library. Whoever the girl was, she was a sort distance off but Aisling was there in no time.

"Here, let me help," she offered as she stooped up to grab the most horribly treated by the fall.

Aisling wasn't really sure why she was helping. It wasn't normally in her disposition. She wasn't rude; she just wasn't particularly helpful- especially not to strangers. However, when she got closer, she did recognize the girl from her own house, but none of her classes. There was a name, but not one she could place at the moment. She would probably introduce herself if she wanted, but until then, Aisling was more concerned for the books and placed the one in her hand tenderly on the table nearby after aligning all its pages.

[Christabel Roussel]

As Christabel continued on her struggle at getting the books back in order before anything else worse may happen. She was of course very much thankful at the very least that the librarian still wasn't around, and also a tad bit weird on her part considering the fact that the old bat was as swift as the wind when it came to trouble brewing around the vicinity of her library. On her part of course, she knew she deserved the blame, such a foolish act indeed. Why she never bothered to take only what she could manage and just come back for the rest, she'll probably never forgive herself for doing such. At the same time, she tried summoning some form of humor to the situation in hopes that it would lessen the burden of her heart, two words, epic fail.

She didn't really give much attention though to the reaction of the girl who she had seen upon entering the library, not once did her head turn to check to see her reaction, that was of course until she saw another pair of hands helping her, they were much more delicate and younger looking so she felt it safe to say it wasn't the person she was dreading to see. "A foolish decision indeed, I never should have taken so many for one trip," she mumbled. She looked up to see her face, the image in her head was blurry but she felt it safe to presume that the girl came from the same house she did, but then again, she hardly let her eyes wander on for so long to check whoever was lounging about in the common room nor did she ever bother to make it a priority to memorize as many names as possible.

Not to say she wasn't the sociable type, Christabel Roussel was quite the chatterbox, her muggle friends over at the elementary school could barely get her to shush once she got started, but then again, that friendship took many years to build, it wasn't till her last two years since she began to warm up to her company. Most probably, the same thing would happen again by the time she reached sixth year. She took another look at the girl then figured in her head or maybe it could start now . "Thanks," for her to say such must have been quite the achievement. She wasn't much of the type for small words, but then again, maybe her use of an extensive vocabulary of words were the main reason why there were some people who find it weird. She stopped thinking such thoughts though ever since her first year at Hogwarts, most especially to be in the same house as equally witty and intelligent as she. She wasn't quite sure though, even if her gut instinct told her it might be that the girl right in front of her came from the same house. Only time may tell.