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[Devin Reed]

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. "Sorry..." he muttered to the other person, the slight level of annoyance caught in his voice.

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[Rose Wealsey]

Rose was in the library, it was a point people knew how to mind her in. She was in a good mood, maybe even one of her better days. This time a muggle book in her hands, all her homework done she did, soon as she got it. Plus it wasn’t hard if you did listen. Sure, some didn’t but Rose did, the library wasn’t full but when you came you saw mostly the same, and few that only came in rushes but, Rose didn’t mind the library much.

Walking through the bleary for a table, but today she felt a big thump it made her jump. Also the crashing of books made her smile more then get angry. “It’s really fine don’t worry” Rose added noticing his tone. But it wasn’t hard who didn’t get annoyed in bumping into a person. Going herself down to his level picking a few of the books up off the floor to help him. She only did it to be polite, but she would have anyway.

Once she stood up she waited to, see the fact of the boy, one hands out with three of the books he had. She would wait to talk to him. By his uniform he was her house, but not all Gryffindors were all the same. But Rose wasn’t going to judge straight out was she. But still if you were dating a Slytherin in secret what could be worse for caring about houses.

[Devin Reed]

What a klutz! Not only had he himself managed to drop his own books twice, but he had nearly caused the other to send themselves tumbling to the floor as well. Whether the librarian was upset with him or not, Devin was in no mood to pick them up again. It made him feel rather childish, more like a toddler having a stubborn tantrum than a frustrated sixteen-year-old. Reluctantly, he knelt down on one knee and began to gather the books in a pile. Because he was annoyed at his own stupidity that meant he should leave the other person, who he now recognized as a possible aquaintance in Gryffindor, to clean up the mess? No, no it didn't. Besides, the other girl was already beginning to handle them, the most he could do was help. Devin took a firm hold on the books once they were in his hands, having them dropped again would surely push the red T-lever down on the librarian's tolerance.

But Devin couldn't help but wonder, would the same have happened had he been wearing a Slytherin badge on the front of his robes? Was he being helped, or forgiven, rather, because of the sole purpose of being a Gryffindor? Students always favored their own house for aspects other than the house points race and Quidditch. They selected who to be friends with and who to avoid. Most Slytherins, especially were very impatient with the other houses. Gryffindors were too true, Ravenclaws were too nerdy, and Hufflepuffs were too spineless, thus they could only be friends with the street smart, sly and strong Slytherins. Currently Devin was quite glad that the girl wasn't a Slytherin. Even if she was mad, she wasn't showing it. The house boundries were an interesting matter, and they came to mind often.

The girl was a Weasley, no doubt, and therefore, he was correct in assuming she was in Gryffindor. The family was somewhat famous, or infamous depending how you look at it, around the school. For generations they had been Gryffindors, the majority of them inheriting the distinctive trait of red hair. The girl infront of him looked to be a bit younger than himself, maybe by a year, maybe by a number of months.

“It’s really fine don’t worry”

"No, I wasn't paying attention," he answered with a small smile. Which was true, he wasn't, but the statement suggested he felt sorry. Which he did, to an extent. A collision required two people, and therefore, he agreed to take half the blame. Though, Devin didn't really speak these words aloud, nor did he want to. "I've been told I should get better at that."

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[Rose Wealsey]

The librarian was growing inpatient, but Rose always saw her like that. But it was a library, it was meant to be silent. But none were being that loud, but still the woman hardly was happy. All the times Rose been here herself, the only time the women who worked here looked close to pleased was when it was half empty, not full, as it was today. With groups talking around certain tables, which was clear it made the place not quiet.

Taken a look at the guy, he was Gryffindor but didn’t seem that bad. Sure it could have an angry Gryffindor. But she could sort of get a not bad meeting since they were of the same house. If he was Slytherin could be the other way around, but houses were only houses. But still her family she would stand up for no matter who she was seeing.

“Wasn’t paying attention is not that bad well is, if you bumped into the librarian” Rose added but it was true. “I’m Rose and you are?” Rose added since the guy didn’t seem that bad. She could tell he was not happy about the trip but it was only a small one. But Rose found it funnier then angry but she was in a good mood today. Moving her book from her left to her to her other side, and in her right hand.