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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 27, 2010 13:26:43 GMT -5
It seemed like, even though Willow had been here for a month, that she had yet to get any work accomplished. Every time she came to the library something far more interesting, and much less important intruded. Her free reading pile hadn't moved, and her homework was barely caught up, let alone her application for the internship that she wanted so desperately.
So, today Willow had decided to come to the library after supper, her fingers itching to slide over parchment and books, answering questions, coming to conclusions, and expanding the limit of her knowledge. She had known not many students came to the library at night, only the most diligent Vogel's scattered across the fields of tables even now.
The librarian, knowing the general inhabitants of this time of night, had lowered the lights. Where during the day light streamed into the room, only globes of light lit stacks, casting dancing shadows were people moved. Adding to the mystery and excitement that Willow felt as she set upon her chosen path.
Willow had come in with a mission, her hands slipping over spines, pulling tomes down, retrieving cartographic maps, spreading out parchment to work on. Tonight, she was working on her internships, but also on her dreams. Alexandria she thought to herself. The library had been missing, shrouded in mystery even from the magical world for centuries.
Rumors swirled about the existence of this library, whether it actually had perished, or was hidden, like Atlantis, El Dorado, and any number of other cultures. Willow stood amidst the stacks of books, paper, knowledge, an entire table spread in front of her, towered with books, thoughts, scribblings.
Tonight she hadn't paid much attention to her attire, comfort paramount as she disappeared into a world that consumed her thoughts. Her cardigan had been disposed after hours of work, hanging over a chair, a light blue almost sheer tee was all that covered her top, the edges of undergarments just visible. Her jeans hugged against her, but her shoes had been discarded under another chair.
Willow stood, her silvery hair held in a loose twist on her held, delicately balanced by a quill, staring over her work. A curse breaking book open, addressing curses that had been used in Egypt before and during the time of Alexandria's existence. A light sparkled in Willow's eyes as she bent over her papers traced a finger along one of the counter curses, her lips softly forming the words against her lips.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 27, 2010 17:01:00 GMT -5
Silver hadn't meant to stalk her, and as he caught himself staring, he realized he'd been doing precisely that. He'd only intended to do as much of his work as he could before tomorrow, the stack of books under his arm having called to him for the even quiet of the library. He'd known it would be a better idea to keep to himself, but he hadn't known that Willow would be here. Of course, in the mood he was in, would it have stopped him? Probably not, he admitted to himself.
He wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been standing here, just at the corner of a long row of shelves, watching a little more intently than he should have been. But he couldn't help noticing details he normally wouldn't, couldn't help the compulsion to stay when his mind told him to go back to Ravenclaw Tower where the common room was likely filled with studying students.
Finally, compulsion overcame thought. Silver inhaled deeply, the scent of ancient parchment and well-used books accompanying something he couldn't resist. One false start where he shifted without moving his feet, and he let himself go.
He stopped just to her side and back, and for a moment longer he indulged the part of him that wanted to look. Then he remembered himself again, and blinking it off, cleared his throat. "H-hey, Willow," he said softly, part of him hoping she wouldn't even notice him there. Then he could sit down and start in on his work without wondering if he'd be distracting her.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 27, 2010 17:34:42 GMT -5
Engrossed in her parchments, curses, and history it took a moment for Willow to realize that someone was talking to her. Took even longer to realize someone was talking to her by name. It took force to draw her fingers away from the paper, the counter-curse one that had been used in the most guarded of the pyramids in Egypt. When she had managed it, her eyes were still slightly distant, sparkling with excitement at what she'd been doing.
Her eyes focused on the boy in front of her, retaining the sparkling excitement, as she recognized who it was, a grin spread across her face. "Silver," she hadn't seen him since the day by the lake, although she'd thought about him, especially after talking to Dare. The light in the libraries reflected off of her eyes, dancing with her own inner excitement.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 27, 2010 18:44:16 GMT -5
Silver hadn't been expecting Willow to turn around, and the sudden eye contact was a shock. He found himself returning her smile without having been aware of smiling, but it didn't fade just yet. He resisted letting his gaze lower even as far as her smile, and his eyes held hers. "Hey," he said again. He was surprised to note that he hadn't had a solid thought about their kiss until now. Of course, he'd been distracted.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 27, 2010 18:49:41 GMT -5
She hadn't expected company, but thought that this company could fall into acceptable company for the library. "I didn't expect to see you here. For all my hours of haunting this place I hadn't run across you yet." Willow half grimaced playfully, "although I think I met just about everyone else here," her grin returned. "I didn't realize so many students used the library as a get away," rather than it's purpose which was edification.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 27, 2010 18:55:34 GMT -5
Silver blinked, her words taking a moment to sink in beyond the motions of her mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd actually looked at her mouth or simply imagined it, but all the same he cleared his throat again, his free hand rising to rub against the back of his neck as he shifted slightly on his feet. "Uh, yeah. It's like, quiet in here," he managed to say, still too distracted to question whether he'd said anything stupid. Then he did look at her mouth, and after another moment his gaze rose as he took a half step away for safety.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 0:42:32 GMT -5
It hadn't been quiet in here the times she had managed to come by before, there had been singing, apparently, cursing, scuffles, and any number of other distracting things. But tonight, tonight it was quiet. Willow smiled as she gestured at her piles of paper, "tonight's been quiet. I've managed to get more done tonight than in the past few weeks." She reached for the quill in her hair, letting the locks slide down around her shoulders for a moment. "I think I finally managed to crack one of the trickier curses." She looked at her stack and then back at Silver, a small blush on her cheeks, "I applied for a curse breaker position this summer."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 14:16:35 GMT -5
Silver's gaze followed Willow's hair as it cascaded around her neck and shoulders, then snapped his attention back up to her eyes as she looked up from her piles of research material. He gave a reflexive smile that faded slightly at the distracting sight of her blush, picking up again when he realized what she'd said. More listening, less watching, he chided himself.
"That's awesome," he said, looking down at her work. As he started to put together what he thought she was doing, he decided that she definitely belonged in Ravenclaw. If she was cracking curses that generations of wizards hadn't managed in her sixth year, which was what it looked like, she was going to be famous before she graduated. His smile faded again, though he tried not to let it. She's so out of your league.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 14:26:27 GMT -5
She shook her head, thinking that it wasn't all that awesome, more like a drive. "It's more like an obsession, I have to." One side of her lips curled up, as she leaned against one of the chairs near the table she was working on. "It'll probably sound crazy. But I've always wanted to find out if the myths about the Library of Alexandria are true." Willow ran a hand through her hair to loosen it up as her head tilted in thought.
"Can you imagine the books that must have been there." It had been a cultural epicenter, everyone had come, and though it was reputed to have been burned or sacked by four different people over history, no evidence could be found that it had been. Willow had decided a long time ago that hidden libraries held an allure that she couldn't pass by.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 14:42:41 GMT -5
"Oh, um, yeah, it must've been amazing," Silver said. What was the Library of Alexandria? He'd never even heard of it, but by the way she'd spoken it sounded like he should have. It was one thing to look at ancient maps and guess that she'd just solved some massively epic puzzle, but quite another to know what the puzzle was. And it was her obsession, she'd said. His was writing bad poetry. "So like, I'm probably bothering you. I'll let you get back to it..."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 14:50:38 GMT -5
A small laugh bubbled out of Willow's lips, "Silver, you're not bothering me. Believe me." She held up her hands, "honest, I needed a break anyways. I'm more likely bothering you. Here I am babbling about what I was doing, and I haven't even asked what you were doing." Her head tilted again, her eyes warm, laughter dancing in them, at herself at being in a good mood because she'd found something. "You could sit down if you want."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 15:43:59 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," Silver said, hoping he didn't sound rude. He didn't even remember what he'd intended to do other than sit, and though Willow's materials took up a chunk of table, there was room just over here, across from her. Plus, it'd be safer sitting across from her. He hadn't known she was that far out of his league when he'd shown her his poetry, and he was sure she hadn't realized how... not in her league he was. He decided that he didn't need to enlighten her and just hoped that he could keep pretending to know what she was talking about. In his own opinion he wasn't smart as much as book smart, but he wasn't anywhere near whatever level she was working at. Internships? Cracking codes? "Um, I was just going to work on..." He glanced at the stack of books under his arm and reddened. "Muggle Studies," he finished. His mother had been a Muggle, and he had a stack of books about them. He sat down.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 15:49:52 GMT -5
It didn't bother her to have Silver say that yeah he could sit down, it was the obvious answer. She turned from where she was leaning on her seat to sit in it, a soft flick of her wand, closing several of the books and piling them up so that there was more room on the table. "I tried to start the essay for that class a few days ago." She shuddered at who she had run into when she had been attempting that, Willow had decided to take a break from that for a while. "What are you writing your essay on?"
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Feb 28, 2010 16:24:50 GMT -5
"Oh, um..." Silver dragged himself away from yet another moment of distraction to set his books on the table in front of him. "Electricity?" he said, looking over the spines. "I'd rather do iPods, but there aren't any books on iPods and it'd take forever to find one to order." That was assuming there was a wizard who'd decided iPods were worth writing about. "There's not really time to research them anyway."
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 28, 2010 16:30:41 GMT -5
Electricity, Willow recognized, but what was an iPod? "I'm going to write mine over cars." Her eyes followed Silver's to read the words on the spines of the books he had. "What's an iPod? I don't think I've heard of that before." Not that she'd have much chance to run across most muggle inventions, seeing as how her family was pureblood as far back as she could remember. Even the few squibs that had cropped up had chosen to live magically, and that had been generations ago now. Willow's fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind her head before she set her hand down on the table.
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