Post by Gwen on May 19, 2008 1:49:37 GMT -5
The night was young, but many were asleep. The stars shone brightly outside, though there was no moon. And a young woman made her way to the library without a sound dressed in black slacks, shoes, and matching oxford. Her only source of light came from the tip of her wand.
She thought that she put all obsession with the dark arts and the occult aside. However, this didn't remain true for long. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, a tiger never changes their strips. All dark thoughts were merely repressed until this night at the witching hour.
She looked around carefully to make sure she was not being followed before she entered the literary sanctuary. Many volumes of different sorts lined the walls, but only one genre was on her mind for this night. The dark arts and everything associated. Keeping her wand low, she scanned the shelves for quite some time before coming across a door at the end.
The forbidden section she smirked to herself as she muttered nox under her breath. Running a hand through her inky black strands, she bent down next to the lock. "Alohomora," her soft voice spoke as she hoped the lock would click open.
Carefully and quietly, she stepped through the opening, closing the door behind her in a ghost like fashion. "Lumos" she muttered as her eyes fell upon many dust covered books. Many of which could be interesting. "Where do I start?" she asked herself as stormy eyes scanned the titles.
Perhaps I should brush up on curses. Or maybe learn a different brand of magic.
Picking up a book filled with general information on dark magic, she made her way to a chair in the corner of the room. After blowing off the dust, she opened the leather bound book gingerly and scanned the contents page. There are so much here. But which will prove to be more worth while in the end the serpent thought to herself afraid to approach a fellow student or professor about these matters.
Tucking the book into her bag, she stood up to do another round. One book seemed to call out to her as she passed by it. Illusion? she asked herself as she picked it up staring down at it shortly before re shelving it.
Something was beginning to feel a bit off about this whole thing. Though she saw no one else there, she felt as if someone was. A spirit perhaps? Knocking the thought from her head, she moved to another book titled Secrets of the Darkest Art. "This seems more up my ally," she smirked as she went back to her previous location to browse its contents.
After flipping through it a few times, Gwen smirked and nodded. Her eyes unknowingly flickering between their natural stormy blue and deep red. "This is perfect," she smirked in a low whisper.
She thought that she put all obsession with the dark arts and the occult aside. However, this didn't remain true for long. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, a tiger never changes their strips. All dark thoughts were merely repressed until this night at the witching hour.
She looked around carefully to make sure she was not being followed before she entered the literary sanctuary. Many volumes of different sorts lined the walls, but only one genre was on her mind for this night. The dark arts and everything associated. Keeping her wand low, she scanned the shelves for quite some time before coming across a door at the end.
The forbidden section she smirked to herself as she muttered nox under her breath. Running a hand through her inky black strands, she bent down next to the lock. "Alohomora," her soft voice spoke as she hoped the lock would click open.
Carefully and quietly, she stepped through the opening, closing the door behind her in a ghost like fashion. "Lumos" she muttered as her eyes fell upon many dust covered books. Many of which could be interesting. "Where do I start?" she asked herself as stormy eyes scanned the titles.
Perhaps I should brush up on curses. Or maybe learn a different brand of magic.
Picking up a book filled with general information on dark magic, she made her way to a chair in the corner of the room. After blowing off the dust, she opened the leather bound book gingerly and scanned the contents page. There are so much here. But which will prove to be more worth while in the end the serpent thought to herself afraid to approach a fellow student or professor about these matters.
Tucking the book into her bag, she stood up to do another round. One book seemed to call out to her as she passed by it. Illusion? she asked herself as she picked it up staring down at it shortly before re shelving it.
Something was beginning to feel a bit off about this whole thing. Though she saw no one else there, she felt as if someone was. A spirit perhaps? Knocking the thought from her head, she moved to another book titled Secrets of the Darkest Art. "This seems more up my ally," she smirked as she went back to her previous location to browse its contents.
After flipping through it a few times, Gwen smirked and nodded. Her eyes unknowingly flickering between their natural stormy blue and deep red. "This is perfect," she smirked in a low whisper.