Cel scribbled furiously on her sheet of parchment with her quill, lines upon lines of text appearing beneath the tip. Every so often she would pause to dip the quill in ink, to think, to read a section of text from her textbook, or to cross a section out and write it down again. The History of Magic homework was about the history of the Hogwarts Houses this time, and when the only homework was a single essay, she needed to make the essay good.
The Hogwarts: A History textbook was splayed out in front of her essay, a small inkwell rested to her right, and the other textbook, A History of Magic, lay open to the second chapter to her right. Both books included details that the other didn't mention, so she thought she might be able to use both.
Half of the entire table was taken up by her belongings, a drop of ink already staining the table next to her parchment. When she had first seated herself there, nobody else had been present, but she hadn't looked up since, too engrossed in her homework. Cel wasn't absolutely sure how long she intended to stay there, but she was already nearly through the fourth body paragraph; she wasn't about to stop now.
Her hand had begun to cramp halfway through the first body paragraph about Gryffindor, but she had become numb to the uncomfortable soreness in the arch between her thumb and her index finger. Now Cel was reasonably sure she would regret not taking a break as she progressed through the end of the last Ravenclaw paragraph and through the conclusion.
The girl muttered the last sentences of the essay under her breath, fingers moving rapidly. "...what is in the fu...ture can never be quite un...der...stood... unless one com...prehends the zeitgeist... of the past." As her quill furiously drew the last letter, she tossed the quill on the table, spilling a few drops of black ink onto the pages of her book. She stretched her aching fingers and wrist, running a hand through her tangled mass of hair.
As Cel blinked open her eyes, doing a sweep of the room for the first time in two hours, she froze, seeing another individual at the table.
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