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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

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It was a weekend, and she was in the library.

Which wasn't such a big deal, for Arianne. She spent most of her weekends in the library, trying to complete the homework she'd been given and keep up with the extra studying that she wanted to do. Which was exactly what she was doing just then, she was trying to finish her potions essay and also to study a little more for ancient runes. She caught herself doing more and more of ancient runes these days, not because it was easy (Arianne was not the type of person who took the easy way out) but because it was challenging and at the same time fun. It was starting to turn out to be her favorite subject after History of Magic, and reaching close to that too, though that might have a bit to do with the fact that she hated the Potions Professor and because History of Magic hadn't really taken off.

But that wasn't the point. She was used to being in the library. She enjoyed it, rather. The librarian was friends with her and she had found her special corner in the library near the window that she liked studying at. But the problem was that there was some test or something on monday, and the library was full of students who studied at the last moment (which Arianne considered lazy slacking and greatly disapproved of) and who were making a deafening din. She had even had to forsake her favorite corner because a group of slytherin boys had reached there first and spread themselves around the area. So she'd chosen another table near the forbidden section, except that she was seated right next to an extremely noisy and irritating person who was getting on her nerves while she desperately tried to finish her essay.

She waited a long time, long after the noise first started getting on her nerves, before she said anything. Arianne was, after all, a mostly patient person. But really, last minute slacker making noise and not allowing her to study when she'd only alloted one hour for something that she had already been doing for 45 minutes? Arianne was sure it would get on anybody's nerves. So she waited a little longer, then looked around for the librarian, who was nowhere to be seen (probably cleaning up after someone or the other - the library was a mess!) and she decided that it was finally time to take things in her own hands. She tugged on one of the sleeves of her white blouse, cleared her throat, and looked at the offender.

"Excuse me, but would you mind please keeping it down? I'm trying to study here," she said, politely, sweetly, calmly - typical Arianne, though she'd been feeling terribly angry before hand and though she felt bad the moment she said it. [/center]

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[Yoora Zhang]

Yoora was walking around the library, looking for a fellow seventh year to study with. She was unfortunately lonely, and wanted to use the overused excuse of studying to get a conversation in. But this Sunday night her choices were study bugs and rowdy students buzzing from the weekend. Neither of these promised very good small talk.

She could have easily plopped down next to any of those loud and obnoxious students, pulled a conversation out of her nonexistent hat and been done with. But any conversation with them was more than likely to be awkward and less than enjoyable.

And those study bugs who shared a place with her on the shelf? Well they were too busy cramming for whatever that had been ignoring over the weekend. And bothering them would have been less than wanted. She certainly wasn't looking to get kicked out, now was she?

Only a moment before she thought the library was not the best place for her, she saw the librarian yelling at a small group of Gryffindor boys and took a moment to bask in that feeling you get when someone else is in trouble. But standing there a second too long, she was shooed and headed quickly toward an empty spot next to a Ravenclaw.

This Ravenclaw, known for being a study bug, was Arianne Lane. Yoora had spoken to her a couple times before, but in all honesty knew very little about the girl. The fifth year, was yelling at a group of especially obnoxious students and Yoora almost smiled at it. But caught herself and smiled at the Ravenclaw instead. She quickly sat herself down and crossed her legs under the wooden table. Sitting out of view from Arianne she decided the best way to get the girl's attention was to agree with her.

"Thank god, you quieted them. I was about to shoot myself in the head." She sat her school book in front of her and waited for Arianne to turn her attention away from the quieting group. Figuratively of course, Yoora quickly added. She slung her book bag onto the table, and heard it clang as it hit the wood.

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

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"This library's not your home. You don't make the rules here," said the boy who had been making the noise.

"Well, section 6.8.2 of the school code - section 6 deals with common areas and part 8 of that is the library - clearly explains that libraries are supposed to be quiet," she told him, clearly and mechanically. It was just like Arianne to quote the student rulebook to solve even a personal dispute - just like it was like her to know it by heart. "So it is irrelevant whether it is my home or not. I do know and can enforce the rules of this place..." By this time, the boy had turned away with an audible mutter of having to study enough without her making his life difficult. Well, reflected Arianne, she studied much more than he probably did and he was making her life difficult too. Did he know how difficult it was to write potions essays when there was so much noise? Did he know-

She turned to return to her seat. "Oh Yoora. Hello," she said, as she saw the girl who had sit down next to where she had been. She winced slightly as the book bag hit the table, and then smiled. She liked the girl, and admired her, though she'd be the first to admit that she didn't know her all that well. She waited a moment or two. "I don't suppose I was too harsh, right?" Her face displayed the tell-tale signs of worry, like the slight crinkle between her eyebrows and her nervous action of pulling her hair pins out and replacing them. Arianne's need for approval was very strong, and she did feel that she'd been somewhat overbearing and taken out her frustration with the potions on the boy, but it was truly very hard to concentrate with that much noise - which Yoora had just said, through language that Arianne wouldn't really have used, and didn't expect Yoora to use, mostly because she really did look up to the girl and had the impression that she was a sweet, agreeable and gentle person.

She opened another book that she'd borrowed to reference her potions essay, and coughed at the dust that rose up from it. This, of course, initiated all her cleaning instincts, but she didn't dare use a cleaning charm on a book this old. Not that cleaning charms could cause any damage, but Arianne wasn't confident with magic and the last thing she wanted to do was to damage the book. So she took out her handkerchief (she had a special one just for cleaning - and it was spotless too) - and then slowly started dusting the book, and when she was content (she folded the handkerchief neatly and kept it to a side) she stopped and opened the pages, till she was at the right place. Then all that was left to do was to correct the position of the ink pot, dip her quill in it, adjust the parchment at a 45 degree angle to herself and her quill at a 150 degree angle to the parchment, and start writing, till she reached a place where she couldn't read what was written in the book because it was smudged out by the dust. When her handkerchief turned out to not be useful, she turned to her companion.

"Yoora, you must know...is it the hair of a banshee or a unicorn that you use in the cheering potion?" she asked. She was assuming a lot - that Yoora would know it, that she would be willing to stop doing her work to explain it - but well, Arianne, though good-hearted, did not often bother about things like that.

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Muse-! - Bridge over troubled water - Simon and Garfunkel
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[Yoora Zhang]

As Yoora commented on the ruckus created by the nearby group. she realized that Arianne most likely did not share her view in humor. She made a mental note to watch what she said, as she didn't want Arianne to be any more alarmed as she was now. Although she herself had a fairly healthy sense of humor, she knew many people who thought it wasn't as great as she. And although there were times when she didn't catch herself, she usually was able to joke cautiously and comfortably.

Arianne began to ask her if she had been too harsh on the rowdy students. And although Yoora wondered how she functioned as a prefect without being able to tell a couple of kids to quiet down, she refused to say any of this. Instead she tried to make the girl feel better by stating another more positive fact. "Oh, don't worry about it. The librarian would have been harder on them." Yoora didn't really like the librarian despite that she kept everything in order and was completely necessary.

The librarian in some ways was more annoying than the rowdy students because she couldn't keep control of the library but was always trying desperately to. This could be easily viewable right before the girl's very eyes; the rowdy kids and the librarian who was storming around but couldn't keep the entire library quiet at once. Yoora believed it was because she never gave out real punishments for not following the rules.

While she thought about this, Arianne had looked down at her dusty potions book and then back up, she asked which was used in the cheering potion, hair of a unicorn or hair of a banshee. Honestly, Yoora had to think about it for a couple seconds although she used to know the answer offhand. It had been a couple of years since she had even looked at the material and although she knew the answer, it wasn't coming to her.

Then it all came back to her, two years ago she had studied for probably the same test like no other. And although it was quite confusing, when you thought about it the answer was quite simple if you knew all the other steps of the potion. She worded her answer in her mind before she spoke. "You must understand that the Cheering Potion is quite confusing, it's a philter which means of course that it's meant to charm the drinker." Although she assumed Arianne already knew this information, she didn't want to jump into something and then have to start over because she didn't understand something.

"Because it's meant to charm the drinker, a single step wrong could be cause for disaster. For instance, the drinker may spiral into depression if you miss this step." Yoora had finished leading up to the actual answer. The step she was about to explain was of course, the answer to Arianne's question. "The answer to your question is a banshee's hair. Only one. Particularly longer pieces seem to work better though. See a banshee's hair actually contains depression." She took a breath, and hoped she wasn't an extremely bad at explaining. "But instead of mixing the potion clockwise, you mix it counterclockwise and the banshee's hair should dissolve and kind of suck up the depression in the cauldron instead of releasing more."

Yoora silently smiled to herself, happy that she remembered potions from two years ago and was able to do that bit of showing off. At the same time, if Arianne questioned her any more she wasn't quite sure how much she could explain. She wasn't the best at potions, the reason she remembered was because she studied so much it was practically engraved into her brain. "I hope I didn't explain that too terribly."

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notes: oh gosh, so much talking hahah

[Arianne Caroline Lane]

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Arianne was known for not always understanding jokes. Well, rather for NEVER understanding jokes. She attributed it more to the fact that she tended to take things more seriously than to the fact that she had no sense of humor, though other people tended to disagree. Which was why, though she suspected that Yoora might be joking about the librarian, she took it seriously - even though she liked the librarian. Which was why she decided to defend the librarian. "Well, I guess it would drive anyone crazy to be surrounded with such screaming students all the time - who'd spoil all the books and make a noise and all that." She suppressed a shudder, she was sure that the job would have been extremely awful for her. "I guess she has to do what she has to do." After her own experiences as a prefect, she was pretty sure that she wanted no more jobs ever that involved managing a group of rowdy students, no way.

She smiled as Yoora thought, and then started writing immediately, on an extra piece of paper that she was using to write notes in. Though she had known a lot of preliminary information that Yoora gave, she saw no harm in including it in her notes. And then the interesting things came up, the stuff that the book's old text had obscured, and she listened in rapt attention, her quill moving quickly over the parchment, forming neat tiny letters. It was fascinating, how changing one thing could really change the potion so much. She would have to try out this potion soon, god knew that she knew some people who needed to be cheered up a little bit, and maybe she could help. Like Anko, he'd been pretty upset that day. She glanced at Yoora, and reflected that she'd never seen her not smiling, which was pretty cool when you thought about it.

"You explained it amazingly well," she said with a grateful smile when Yoora was finished. She looked down at her neat pages of notes. "Thank you so much," she said. "You're amazing. How do you remember all this?" Arianne herself could remember well, but it took hours and hours of sloughing, and she was in awe of any person who seemed to do it without needing to put in as much effort as she did. She certainly would've been surprised to know that Yoora herself had poured over it before finally learning it. She started making neat little notes in the notes, deciding how much she wanted to include in her essay, which was already a little longer than what she'd been asked to write. "Potion is fascinating, isn't it?" she said to Yoora, looking up suddenly. She loved potions, even if she'd been having a little trouble with it. Maybe the professor would have them make cheering potions next class and try some of them, he might cheer up a little bit. "Are you taking it for NEWTS?"

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[Yoora Zhang]

Yoora was impressed with Arianne. She had stood up for the librarian without a second thought, and she assumed it was because at times Arianne was in a similar position of power. The librarian after all, was a sweet lady if you ever had a chance to talk to her (unlikely being that she had to take care of this mess of students.) Yoora just couldn't bring herself to like someone who wasn't able to do their prescribed job correctly. She didn't exactly believe that she could do it any better, but she believed that whatever job she chose to do, she would be able to do well.

When Yoora finished explaining the potion, Arianne thanked her and smiled. It made her feel a lot better about herself seeing as she had been found useful. "It was no problem, really." Arianne asked how she remembered it and Yoora explained. "Well, I find it easier to remember once you really understand the potion. See most people just memorize the steps but they don't understand -for example- why they are using a banshee hair. Once I understand a potion, it comes back rather easily." She hoped that Arianne did not think she was bragging, because she most certainly wasn't. She was simply explaining how she did it but she knew that often people found her to be a showoff, which she must have done unknowingly.

Arianne continued to explain her delight and fascination in potions, this Yoora had to agree with. After all, who would have thought that a banshee hair was the correct answer to this problem? With all of its magical properties being negative, it must have taken a genius to figure it out. "Oh yes, potions is an amazing subject. I often wonder if it gets as much recognition as it deserves, being as it is one of the most important subjects here." She stated her opinion as a fact, expecting Arianne to stand behind her.

The Ravenclaw continued to ask if she was taking Potions for NEWTs which she was. "Yes, I got an Outstanding on my OWL. That was a terribly hard test." She smiled, remembering the joy on her face when she had gotten her results back and seen that her grades were amazing. She had passed all but one class, and the ones which she did pass were done excellently. "I want to pursue a career in the ministry, potions at NEWT level is practically required there." She smiled and inquired, "Do you have a profession in mind?"

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