Post by Nelistra on Jul 18, 2012 21:29:01 GMT -5
It seemed that no matter how many written requests she she submitted [one every other Monday when classes are in session and once a month when on vacation and other mandated periods between] the Library would not cave and allow Nelistra to set up a small cot. She had been writing the letters ever since her first year [approximately two months after discovering the full extent of the Library's collection] and had assumed that while a literary war of attrition was bound to happen, that the Library staff would surrender after the twentieth letter.
The albino Ravenclaw was practically a school ghost, spending a good 70% of her time at school within the Library. The remaining time was divided [in descending order of frequency] between classwork, sleeping, eating, mandated exercise, and last and most certainly least the pursuit of a solid social life.
Nelistra could not come to any logical reason as to why she could not simply set up a mattress in between the Philosophy section and Applied Cooking books - they were largely worthless, out of date, ill kept, and rarely checked out: ergo the perfect place to roost between her dives into the pages. Oh well. There was every chance that this year they might simply humor her given her impending graduation.
The underlying message was, of course, that she enjoyed books. Greatly so. Now with that horribly basic semblance of character introduction out of the way, the stage is set.
Ms. Nelistra Cunningham, [Ms. "I will demolish every OWL and NEWT they send in my direction] had set herself up in what she had claimed as "her spot" early on in her Firefox Tenure. It was a cozy table near the entrance of the Library, with a cushioned chair [with 'Property of Nelistra Cunningham, enchanted to be infinitely uncomfortable if sat upon by any other individual' etched on the underside] and precisely two candles for perfect lighting.
The task at hand was Transfiguration - a review on vanishing objects. Three objects. It was child's play to the stern-faced girl, the difficulty was deciding what to vanish. Her unnaturally red eyes flipped through page after page, volume after volume, seeking for the thee most abhorrent books the Firefox Library contained. If she had to send anything into non-existence, she intended to make the world a better place by doing so. In this instance, being described as a Library Ghost was fairly accurate, given her scowling at the pages [furrowed brows and pigment-less eyes and just a hint of ink on her fingers and just a subtle twitching of her left eye after reading through increasingly awful books of poetry.]
Certainly, it would be the Poetry books she would target most heavily. The sooner the Library was without "Ode to Grubenzplatz" the better.
The albino Ravenclaw was practically a school ghost, spending a good 70% of her time at school within the Library. The remaining time was divided [in descending order of frequency] between classwork, sleeping, eating, mandated exercise, and last and most certainly least the pursuit of a solid social life.
Nelistra could not come to any logical reason as to why she could not simply set up a mattress in between the Philosophy section and Applied Cooking books - they were largely worthless, out of date, ill kept, and rarely checked out: ergo the perfect place to roost between her dives into the pages. Oh well. There was every chance that this year they might simply humor her given her impending graduation.
The underlying message was, of course, that she enjoyed books. Greatly so. Now with that horribly basic semblance of character introduction out of the way, the stage is set.
Ms. Nelistra Cunningham, [Ms. "I will demolish every OWL and NEWT they send in my direction] had set herself up in what she had claimed as "her spot" early on in her Firefox Tenure. It was a cozy table near the entrance of the Library, with a cushioned chair [with 'Property of Nelistra Cunningham, enchanted to be infinitely uncomfortable if sat upon by any other individual' etched on the underside] and precisely two candles for perfect lighting.
The task at hand was Transfiguration - a review on vanishing objects. Three objects. It was child's play to the stern-faced girl, the difficulty was deciding what to vanish. Her unnaturally red eyes flipped through page after page, volume after volume, seeking for the thee most abhorrent books the Firefox Library contained. If she had to send anything into non-existence, she intended to make the world a better place by doing so. In this instance, being described as a Library Ghost was fairly accurate, given her scowling at the pages [furrowed brows and pigment-less eyes and just a hint of ink on her fingers and just a subtle twitching of her left eye after reading through increasingly awful books of poetry.]
Certainly, it would be the Poetry books she would target most heavily. The sooner the Library was without "Ode to Grubenzplatz" the better.