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Post by Daveny Cocolette on Jun 18, 2015 21:08:12 GMT -5
Daveny didn't hide. She didn't. And if she ever hid- which she never did- she'd never shove herself in the farthest corner of the school library. And she'd most certainly never be trying to hide the black eye she got earlier. She wouldn't. To do so would be to admit defeat. It would shame her, shame her family, show the world that the Cocolette's were pathetic and stupid ignorant little immigrants that the Antonucci family took pity on and gave menial work to, like everyone said.
It would let Papa down.
So, no, she was not hiding. She was.... studying. Bettering herself for her family. Becoming more. Learning more. No, that wasn't a tear. There truly was something in her eye.
She should not have tried that new spell for firecrackers. At least not without refining it and testing and doing all sorts of research on it first. Angrily she tossed the book she was trying to read aside. It wasn't helping any, and she felt significantly better about being rid of the damn thing. Even if it did make an awful noise when it collided with the stack she had been accruing nearby. And she did feel bad about the huge mess made on the floor. Cursing quietly to herself, muttering a myriad of uncouth things that would make her mother faint if she were ever to hear them, she stooped to pick up her mess.
She didn't hear the creak of the library shelf until it snapped and its contents came tumbling down around and on top of her. She gave an undignified shriek, wondering why on earth she set her wand upon a nearby table while she searched, as she was buried.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 19, 2015 20:35:29 GMT -5
Okay then. Magic. It couldn't be all that hard, could it? Otherwise they wouldn't exactly let students run around doing it, not from the age of bloody eleven. There was the fact that they were always sequestered away from the rest of the world while they did, but that was for their safety, not the other way around, yeah? Whatever way he looked at it, Emyr had to try and squeeze six years of magical education into one year, so that he wouldn't fail the entire endeavour and end up no better off than how he started. Luckily, the library had a full collection of textbooks on all of the subjects that he had taken, all the way from first year to N.E.W.T. level. How he'd managed to fake O.W.L. results was beyond him, but they had accepted the piece of paper without hesitation. If they tried to check with the British Ministry, he would be rather screwed. Probably imprisoned. Definitely expelled. A vagabond once more.
Emyr was about halfway through the tenth chapter of the first year Transfiguration book when he heard the crash from nearby. Though loud, it was probably just some second year who had tried to pile too many books up and lost control of it. He returned to the book, and subtly tried to transfigure his pen into a lizard, without anyone noticing. He couldn't get the technique down, these illustrations were laughably insufficient to actually learn the stupid spell. He tried again, adjusting his grip, and the pencil sprouted legs, and ran away from him deep into the library. He couldn't exactly afford a new one- he was going to have to go begging to Lawrence- Knight, he insisted on being called. Probably threaten to run away, too. That'd work.
The second crash was not a nice sound. It was a sound that said danger, and made all of the hair on his arms stand on end. Emyr abandoned, the book, following the echo of the sound to its source. It turned out to be a catastrophic pile of books, that apparently had a human embedded in the middle. He wasted a second to shrug, before starting to dig the student out of the pile. With a flagrant disregard for the safety of the books- they could be repaired, a human was harder to fix. Once he'd got a few of them out, he dragged the student out from the rest of the books by her feet. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Daveny Cocolette on Jun 19, 2015 20:46:51 GMT -5
Daveny felt hands wrapped around her ankles and gave another indignant squawk. When they pulled her free of the pile she huffed and rose to dust herself off, trying to arrange her short hair to hide the bruising around her eye. "I... yes. I'm alright. My pride might be bruised." She straightened her uniform and gave a shy, but grateful smile, to her helper. The brief flash of 'cute' passed her mind but she brushed it aside. "Thank you."
"Never throw a book out of anger." She tried to joke, but it came out strained and forced sounding. She glanced around trying to locate her wand in the fray, before remembering she set it aside on a table. Dammit. Why was she so clumsy and off today? All she had wanted to do was find the right spell for the instantaneous fireworks and modifying it to perform better and bigger. Instead she got a black eye, a huge mess that was sure to anger the librarian, and a bruised ego.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 20, 2015 2:09:12 GMT -5
"That doesn't seem to be all that's bruised," he noted, surveying the damage to both the girl and this section of the library. Perhaps that wasn't the most subtle or well thought out comment, but he'd had a rough day so far. "Not a problem. Rescuing pretty girls from the dastardly clutches of textbooks is all in a day's work, really." How much dust could one shelf of books really accumulate? The stuff was filling the air around them, dancing around as tiny motes. He made a conscious effort to breathe through his nose, coughing was hardly how he wanted to spent the next few hours.
Throwing one book had been the cause of all of this? Must have been a hefty tome to cause all of this damage. "Can't see why you'd throw a book in the midst of serenity. Surely book throwing ought to be exclusively the domain of the angry?" The last was definitely teasing, but he thought it might be running along the edge of good taste. Hopefully she turned out to have a decent sense of humour, and wouldn't go off at him for a bit of a joke. Like had already happened once before this week. If she did, he would be forced to conclude that Americans, as a rule, lacked a sense of humour. Samuel and Annabel being cases in point.
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Post by Daveny Cocolette on Jun 21, 2015 19:16:20 GMT -5
Daveny's lips quirked in a smile. Okay, she thought, that joke was needed. "I don't know. The book made me pretty mad. Wouldn't tell me what was missing from this one spell. So I thought about punishing it.It disagreed. Clearly." She shook her head. Waving dust from her face she plucked her wand from the table it was sitting on. She turned and grimaced, ah cleaning. Spells others in her house teased her mercilessly about. Daveny frowned and shook her head. With a sigh and a flick of her wrist the books and shelves righted themselves.
Another sigh escaped her lips and she turned to her savior with a smile. "I'm Daveny. You are obviously not from around here." He spoke with a bit of an accent. And he wasn't running from her. Poor guy.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 21, 2015 22:00:05 GMT -5
"Once you start arguing with paper, I think it's a short road to madness. Besides, the only real punishment you can give a book is burning, and book-burning never did anyone any good." Then, out of nowhere, the girl casually fixed the entirety of the mess with nothing more than a flick and her wand. Emyr almost wanted to clap, how could she manage to do that so casually? It boggled his mind, he was still getting the hang of fine movement with one object, and he'd clearly have to be able to match her skill in not all that long.
"Clearly. But the real question is how far away I'm from," he teased, offering her a hand to shake. Somewhat formal after dragging her from a pile of books by her ankles, but it seemed like the thing to do. "I'm Emyr. More than a little new around here."
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Post by Daveny Cocolette on Jun 23, 2015 22:20:12 GMT -5
Daveny's shoulder's drooped. "That... is an excellent point. But I don't think I was actually talking with it..." She frowned as she thought on it. Had she been arguing? She knew he meant it as a joke, and it was funny, it was just... What if she was actually muttering threats under her breath? That didn't seem to far off in her behavior. "Maybe." She shook her head, ashamed and more than embarrassed again.
His surprised face at what was just a simple spell had her arching an eyebrow in silent question. She'd never seen someone's face look quite that amazed. In fact she felt almost insulted; as if he was surprised an immigrant's daughter could preform.... She shook her head. He'd just admitted to not being around here. And he definitely had an accent of some sort. She needed to get over her own prejudices. She gave him a smile and took his hand. "It's good to meet someone who doesn't ask if I'm going to blow them up or running away."
Mmm, maybe she shouldn't have said that last bit.
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 24, 2015 2:14:31 GMT -5
"Don't worry too much about it. This is a magical library, and I'm growing steadily more convinced that some of the books are trying to talk back. The ones that don't try to eat your face, that is." Emyr hadn't meant to make her quite so flustered, and he wasn't sure how to try and make her calmer. Calm wasn't exactly his forte, but maybe that made him a bit better prepared to help. After all, he'd tried and failed most of the calming exercises in the book.
"See, I'm of the opinion that if you meet someone with a tendency to explode things, you should keep closer to them than father away. That way you're less of a target." He was joking again, but he was slightly worried that he was going to insult her or make her go all far-off and vaguely again again. He had thought this before, and he would continue to think it for as long as he was here- but magical folk were damn weird. They didn't follow the same rules as ordinary folk, in more ways than one.
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