Post by Cassandra Robinson on Oct 23, 2010 16:57:31 GMT -5
ooc: first to Gabriel, then whatever
Cassandra silently seethed at the Transfiguration for the Advanced User: Transfiguration for Moderately Large Objects she'd laid open on the table. How long had she been searching for this title, spending months scouring every magical bookstore, resale shop, and library she could find? How many times had she gotten her hopes up of locating the book after seeing the familiar deep red binding with shining obsidian bindings tucked snugly in dark corners—always dark corners, often covered in dust and spiders, ever since Second Level Transfiguration, Third Edition became the preferred school textbook—only to find that they were the more common Miniscule or Moderately Small books of the series?
Karma didn't seem to really care.
Because after she had been drawn, like the feeling of inevitability in a dream, to that certain section of the library and that certain level of the musty shelves to locate the tome, Cassandra was suddenly ripped back to reality after discovering that some fool asshole—because it only could have been an asshole who would damage a book so without even trying a simple scourgify to remedy the catastrophe that was in front of her—had returned the text with the majority of the pages congealed together by what appeared to be an inundation of dark fluids. Fruit juice? But it wasn't sticky. A dark, strong-smelling Muggle drink she remembered as Cawhfee? Too opaque, and—she inhaled deeply—without the telltale stench. Some wizarding joke gone wrong? Likely; she'd been seeing her younger siblings playing with a variety of questionable wizarding tricks from a local shop lately.
"Finite," Cassandra snapped at the large block of dark solid, calmly tapping a discrete corner of the mess with the tip of her wand. It wouldn't do if she somehow managed to magic off a whole section of the text, after all, but as nothing happened—though she had executed the spell impeccably, as always—this was obviously not a state brought on by some charm or jinx. She flicked her wand at the book in annoyance, hoping a cleaning spell might produce better results. "Tergeo." Some dust and mold vanished from the pages and the paper seemed freshened, but it seemed whatever fluid had been dumped in that area was either too old to be removed or charmed to be permanent. A predictably asshole move, Cassandra bitterly deduced, before muttering a half-hearted reparo, which did nothing but tighten the stitches in the book's spine.
She glowered at the failing light provided by enchanted candles as well as the overcast sky looming miserably through the curtain-draped window, neither of which actually made it possible to allow readers in the library to properly read, and crossly enunciated a lumos in an attempt to decipher what she could from the text by the gentle glow from her wand, noticing the now visible reddish brown tinge in the hardened mass. Cassandra frowned, a drawing her eyebrows together. Though difficult to find, this particular Transfiguration for the Advanced User certainly wasn't worthy of spilling blood, was it?
Was it?DERP!
Cassandra silently seethed at the Transfiguration for the Advanced User: Transfiguration for Moderately Large Objects she'd laid open on the table. How long had she been searching for this title, spending months scouring every magical bookstore, resale shop, and library she could find? How many times had she gotten her hopes up of locating the book after seeing the familiar deep red binding with shining obsidian bindings tucked snugly in dark corners—always dark corners, often covered in dust and spiders, ever since Second Level Transfiguration, Third Edition became the preferred school textbook—only to find that they were the more common Miniscule or Moderately Small books of the series?
Karma didn't seem to really care.
Because after she had been drawn, like the feeling of inevitability in a dream, to that certain section of the library and that certain level of the musty shelves to locate the tome, Cassandra was suddenly ripped back to reality after discovering that some fool asshole—because it only could have been an asshole who would damage a book so without even trying a simple scourgify to remedy the catastrophe that was in front of her—had returned the text with the majority of the pages congealed together by what appeared to be an inundation of dark fluids. Fruit juice? But it wasn't sticky. A dark, strong-smelling Muggle drink she remembered as Cawhfee? Too opaque, and—she inhaled deeply—without the telltale stench. Some wizarding joke gone wrong? Likely; she'd been seeing her younger siblings playing with a variety of questionable wizarding tricks from a local shop lately.
"Finite," Cassandra snapped at the large block of dark solid, calmly tapping a discrete corner of the mess with the tip of her wand. It wouldn't do if she somehow managed to magic off a whole section of the text, after all, but as nothing happened—though she had executed the spell impeccably, as always—this was obviously not a state brought on by some charm or jinx. She flicked her wand at the book in annoyance, hoping a cleaning spell might produce better results. "Tergeo." Some dust and mold vanished from the pages and the paper seemed freshened, but it seemed whatever fluid had been dumped in that area was either too old to be removed or charmed to be permanent. A predictably asshole move, Cassandra bitterly deduced, before muttering a half-hearted reparo, which did nothing but tighten the stitches in the book's spine.
She glowered at the failing light provided by enchanted candles as well as the overcast sky looming miserably through the curtain-draped window, neither of which actually made it possible to allow readers in the library to properly read, and crossly enunciated a lumos in an attempt to decipher what she could from the text by the gentle glow from her wand, noticing the now visible reddish brown tinge in the hardened mass. Cassandra frowned, a drawing her eyebrows together. Though difficult to find, this particular Transfiguration for the Advanced User certainly wasn't worthy of spilling blood, was it?
Was it?DERP!