A Good Old Book Barrier Closed

Nose stuck in her muggle book, Dawn strolled the Library, seeking a quiet place to read. She quickly moved her hand away from the heavy wooden doors, before they captured it, closing loudly to announce her presence. Not that many looked up anyway, since the door had been opened and closed numerous times before. Swiftly looking up, she observed the Library from the door, scanning for a seat at the front. But for some reason the Library seemed full, causing Dawn to move in the direction of the nearest windowsill. Being impatient to continue reading, Dawn walked while she read, slowly drifting into the fantasy world. She managed to avoid the tables, dodging them like a pro as she approached the window sill.

Hanging by one hand off the cliff, West managed to say one word,"Run", as he let go disappearing into the depths of the dark ocean. Dawn's eyes widened as she read this sentence in the book, throwing all her attention into the novel, rather than where she was headed. Her eyes searched for a sign that West was still alive, when her hip hit the last table to the windowsill. The clatter of books, hauled Dawn out of her fantasy bubble and her eyes widened as she saw what she had done. "Oh my god! I'm so terribly sorry!" Dawn said,voice filled with horror, to the boy sitting at the table. She dropped down bellow the table and picked up the few scattered books.

While emerging from underneath the table, she embarrassed herself further by banging her head on the bottom of the table . "Ouch!" she exclaimed wishing this was all over. With flushed cheeks, she looked at the unfamiliar boy with brown hair and passed the few books over, unknowingly also giving away her own novel. "Once, again, I am so sorry!" she said, attracting attention from nearby tables, with her loud voice.

Dawn Flourish wrote: 14 Apr 2018, 13:20 Nose stuck in her muggle book, Dawn strolled the Library, seeking a quiet place to read. She quickly moved her hand away from the heavy wooden doors, before they captured it, closing loudly to announce her presence. Not that many looked up anyway, since the door had been opened and closed numerous times before. Swiftly looking up, she observed the Library from the door, scanning for a seat at the front. But for some reason the Library seemed full, causing Dawn to move in the direction of the nearest windowsill. Being impatient to continue reading, Dawn walked while she read, slowly drifting into the fantasy world. She managed to avoid the tables, dodging them like a pro as she approached the window sill.

Hanging by one hand off the cliff, West managed to say one word,"Run", as he let go disappearing into the depths of the dark ocean. Dawn's eyes widened as she read this sentence in the book, throwing all her attention into the novel, rather than where she was headed. Her eyes searched for a sign that West was still alive, when her hip hit the last table to the windowsill. The clatter of books, hauled Dawn out of her fantasy bubble and her eyes widened as she saw what she had done. "Oh my god! I'm so terribly sorry!" Dawn said,voice filled with horror, to the boy sitting at the table. She dropped down bellow the table and picked up the few scattered books.

While emerging from underneath the table, she embarrassed herself further by banging her head on the bottom of the table . "Ouch!" she exclaimed wishing this was all over. With flushed cheeks, she looked at the unfamiliar boy with brown hair and passed the few books over, unknowingly also giving away her own novel. "Once, again, I am so sorry!" she said, attracting attention from nearby tables, with her loud voice.

Hunter quickly made a dive for his books. They bounced around in his hands for a moment but he managed to grab one of them before it hit the ground and swiping up the other two shortly thereafter. He kneeled next to the table, peering at the girl with curious eyes, his head cocked slightly to one side, his wavy hair falling limply in his face. "You should really look where you're going," he said bluntly, offering her his hand. "It's dangerous to walk and read--once I walked right into the road reading and almost got hit by a car. Missed me by this much!" he abandoned the idea of helping her up to measure an inch's distance between his thumb and forefinger. "Uh," he sat up straight again for a brief moment to put his books in a neat pile on his desk before diving back under the table and holding out both his hands. "Are you okay? You hit your head real hard." He spoke quick, like a kid who'd been stuffed full of far too many sweets, jacked up on sugar. "Are you dizzy or anything? Do you have a concussion? Do you have to go to the nurse? Uh. They do have a nurse here, right?" They probably had a nurse, schools always had a nurse.

Dawn had tears rimmed at the bottom of her eyelids, from the hard hit, but that didn't stop her from repeating sorry over and over again. The boy seemed surprised but not frustrated as he offered his hand. People are nice, yet here you are causing trouble for others... she thought, scolding herself silently. Dawn watched as the boy began talking extremely fast, making it hard for Dawn to keep up. By the time Dawn processed the words, there was short silence before she said taking his hands as a means to get off the floor,"No, no, no, no I'm alright really---!"

"Shhhhh!" hushed a loud voice, causing Dawn to shut her trap as she realized she was being loud in a Library.She was never one to attract attention, but that is because she was always in her own world. After a moment, she looked back at the boy and whispered,"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. Were you in the middle of homework?"

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"Huh? Oh! Nah." He shook his head from side to side. "I was just doing some reading, I'm kind of new to all this, you know? I thought I was a muggle, for, well, for forever but turns out I'm not. Actually, I didn't know what muggles where so I guess I didn't think I was a muggle? I thought I was normal--Well, not 'normal' normal but, like, human normal--not that wizards aren't human!" He'd started rambling again, his voice naturally loud. Someone shushed him, but if he heard them over the sound of his own voice, he completely ignored them, chatting away at full volume. He definitely wasn't suited to a library environment. "I mean, I wasn't doing homework. I was just reading for pleasure, God, that sounds weird. Reading for pleasure, sounds dirty, right? But, like, the world is interesting now, ya' know? I want to learn more. I don't usually read school books but I'm really liking this one, I think I like it cause it's still kind of like fantasy, but not, cause it's real."
He opened and closed his outstretched hands again. "Want some help?" he asked again. "Or...um." He shuffled back to give her a little extra room to get out from under the table. "Can you stand up?"

The boy went off with some kind complicated explanation about muggles, wizards and humans that caused Dawn to grin. The more the boy talked the less embarrassed Dawn felt, which was rare is many cases. As he talked Dawn noticed his hair was wavy, similar to her moth---. The way words are sometimes cut off, Dawn's thoughts were cut off as she remembered the picture sitting on her bedside table, to remind her of her mother. She always pondered what her long wavy hair would feel like, but she was unable, since her mother's hair was safe from Dawn's hands in a photo frame. And only a photo frame.

The distant voice of the boy talking jerked Dawn out of the disturbing memories and she found that her hand had found it's way half way to the boy's hair, as if to touch it. Eyes wide with embarrassment Dawn moved her hands away as they found it's way to the floor. She pushed her self off of the ground and glanced up at the boy's hair. "Thank you for the offer. I actually understand the urge to read." she said smiling finding something to say.

Dawn Flourish wrote: 14 Apr 2018, 14:51 The boy went off with some kind complicated explanation about muggles, wizards and humans that caused Dawn to grin. The more the boy talked the less embarrassed Dawn felt, which was rare is many cases. As he talked Dawn noticed his hair was wavy, similar to her moth---. The way words are sometimes cut off, Dawn's thoughts were cut off as she remembered the picture sitting on her bedside table, to remind her of her mother. She always pondered what her long wavy hair would feel like, but she was unable, since her mother's hair was safe from Dawn's hands in a photo frame. And only a photo frame.

The distant voice of the boy talking jerked Dawn out of the disturbing memories and she found that her hand had found it's way half way to the boy's hair, as if to touch it. Eyes wide with embarrassment Dawn moved her hands away as they found it's way to the floor. She pushed her self off of the ground and glanced up at the boy's hair. "Thank you for the offer. I actually understand the urge to read." she said smiling finding something to say.

Hunter peeked up at her again before hopping up. He literally jumped to his feet, his shoes making a sharp tap against the wooden library floors. "You talk funny," he said. "Like, fancy. All posh and stuff. Are you posh? I bet a lot of people here are posh, or maybe not, cause everyone goes here, right? So unless all Wizards are posh...." He ran his fingers through his fringe, moving it away from his face. "Seems like the kind of place, you know? Big castle. Big haunted castle. How cool is that?" He grinned, hiding the fact that he was a little peeved that she hadn't accepted his help. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his robes, turning his remembrall around and around between his fingertips. "Ghosts are cool--I mean, they're terrifying, but in a cool way. You know? Like, hey, here's ghosts, they exist now and they're dead." He was barely giving her time to respond. "I'm Hunter, by the way, I don't think I said. Hunter Keith, no I'm not American. Everyone always asks if I'm American 'cause my name's Hunter. Makes me sound like a redneck, right?" That was a big fat lie, no one had ever asked him that in his life.

The boy, hopped up from the floor, standing slightly taller than Dawn. The brightness from the large window, made it hard for Dawn to see the boy as he began to talk once again, "You talk funny, like, fancy. All posh and stuff. Are you posh? I bet a lot of people here are posh, or maybe not, cause everyone goes here, right? So unless all Wizards are posh...."Dawn squinted her eyes against the sunlight and said with a shrug,"Oh no, I'm not posh. That is just the way I talk. I've always talked like that for as long as I remember and I guess that is just me being polite." The boy moved his fringe away from his face and Dawn ignored wanting to touch the waves.

"Seems like the kind of place, you know? Big castle. Big haunted castle. How cool is that?" he continued. "Yh, it's cool I guess, great place to explore and get lost." Dawn answered frowning at the memory of getting lost. He went off talking about the ghost and Dawn moved her position so that she was standing with her right side towards the sunlight, that was starting to get on her nerves. She listened to the boy talk and she wondered if everyone at Hogwarts was bubbly, as just the other day, she had met a girl who was just as energetic.

"I'm Hunter, by the way, I don't think I said. Hunter Keith, no I'm not American. Everyone always asks if I'm American 'cause my name's Hunter. Makes me sound like a redneck, right?" he continued introducing his self. "I guess," said Dawn not sure what to say and wondered how one could make an introduction so long. "Well, I'm Dawn Flourish, by the way and I'm half French. I probably don't look it much, but that's what it is. Nice to meet you, Hunter. What house are you in?" she piped up with a smile.

"Flourish?" He echoed. "That sounds about right. You talk with one, a flourish." He waved his hands, mimicking the motion before reaching out and grabbing her hand, shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you. I'm in Gryffindor, I haven't seen you around so I'm guessing you're not? I mean, I haven't met everyone yet, but still. Houses are weird huh? My old school didn't have houses or any of that. But it's cool, it's like a little family. Though I get the feeling I annoy most people--well, my old teachers used to say I annoyed people but I might have just annoyed them. Adults don't like me much. Called me a motormouth. One of em' said he'd tape it shut." Another lie. "What house are you? Let me guess, Hufflepuff?" He kept shaking her hand as he spoke, holding tightly onto it. "You seem kinda quiet, Hufflepuffs are quiet, right? I thought I was going to be in Hufflepuff but clearly, that didn't happen. Everyone says you're put in your house for a reason so, I guess I belong in Gryffindor. I'm glad I'm not in Ravenclaw. I'm not too smart or anything, I heard they have to answer a riddle to get in their dorms? I couldn't do that."

Dawn shook Hunter's hand, a little lighter than he did, with a warm smile. Laughing at the homograph, she found out that Hunter was a Griffindor. "That just about suits your personality. As you seem somewhat daring and as if you don't care much of what others think. Which is great really. I kinda thought you might be Hufflepuff. Houses might be strange but they are useful in some ways. " Hunter tried guessing Dawn's house and ended up with Hufflepuff. Dawn grinned and slowly said,"Sure, I might be quiet, but that's probably because I don't have anyone to socialize with." She shrugged. "I might be a bit daring and I will take necessary risks, sometimes unnecessary too. And I believe I am hard working, when I put my mind to something, I guess I have a tiny bit of ambition, I can fit into there...." She stopped, thinking for a moment."But overall I am Ravenclaw." Dawn smiled proudly and continued."I'm sure it's because creativity is my strongest suit. I don't believe I am smart, just that I find ways to make things work. I probably picked that trait from my father..." She squinted her eyes in concentration then said to herself,"Or maybe Kyle?" She shrugged once more."Oh well, not that it matters. I might also be in Ravenclaw, because I love reading. " Dawn looked down at her hand expecting to see her book, but instead noticed that Hunter was still holding tightly to her hand. She pulled her hand away lightly, in an effort to let go, while asking Hunter,"Do you know where my book went?" Dawn frowned as she refereed to the book as if it had legs.