The Intermission
He had gone to the library well after class. Dinner, studying, time in the common room. All were important. But eventually he had found a spot in an vacant row of shelves. They lorded over him, towering high, the smell of dust and age heavy as it drifted down from the leather-backed tomes. But shortly after 8, the lights dimmed. A frown creased his face, and he realized he’d missed the announcement for the library closing for the evening. Once again, he had become numb to his surroundings while engrossed in his reading.
Hurrying to leave before he got in trouble, he made sure to place the book back on the shelf and scurried out the door. Thankfully, the library corridor itself was quiet, and he sat down in a dark corner, bag at his side, book in hand. The sun had long since set, and the darkness in the hallways was becoming more absolute as the evening wore on. Not every corridor was lit by torches at night, and many were pitch black. He knew the library always kept its lights in extremely low, but he hadn’t yet learned which corridors were lit after curfew and which weren’t.
For now, though, the book in his hands was enough company. And yet, with a suddenness that startled him, the lights in the corridor dissipated. Pitched into a seemingly endless black, he sighed, standing and setting his textbook into his back.
He knew what to do. He’d moved around his house enough. Move on your heels, steady and slow, and don’t move too quickly. Shrouded by shadow, sunk into a corner, he waited, breathing shallow and eyes struggling to adjust. He couldn’t move before they adjusted. He’d likely just run into something.
Hurrying to leave before he got in trouble, he made sure to place the book back on the shelf and scurried out the door. Thankfully, the library corridor itself was quiet, and he sat down in a dark corner, bag at his side, book in hand. The sun had long since set, and the darkness in the hallways was becoming more absolute as the evening wore on. Not every corridor was lit by torches at night, and many were pitch black. He knew the library always kept its lights in extremely low, but he hadn’t yet learned which corridors were lit after curfew and which weren’t.
For now, though, the book in his hands was enough company. And yet, with a suddenness that startled him, the lights in the corridor dissipated. Pitched into a seemingly endless black, he sighed, standing and setting his textbook into his back.
He knew what to do. He’d moved around his house enough. Move on your heels, steady and slow, and don’t move too quickly. Shrouded by shadow, sunk into a corner, he waited, breathing shallow and eyes struggling to adjust. He couldn’t move before they adjusted. He’d likely just run into something.
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The Intermission
In her uniform, Bloom laid in her bed and under the covers. Waiting patiently for her fellow classmates to fall asleep as well as for it to be close to ten o'clock. One thing that was true was that Ravenclaw's surely follow directions. When its lights out, there are many that are knocked out for the night. Bloom looked over to her friends who she shared the same room and saw that they were already asleep.
It was 9:45pm and Bloom knew that she had to make her way to the library. She, located in the tallest tower, had to get to the ground floor within a fifteen minute time span to be on time. She was super excited to be going on an adventure and with someone new. Who knew what kinds of adventures will unfold?
Slowly making her way to the Ravenclaw Common Room, she went towards the exit, careful to only walk in the shadows of the room. "Silverton, out for another adventure? You better not get caught-- we're winning the house cup this year" Bloom looked behind her to see a second-year Ravenclaw. Bloom stepped out from the shadows and shrugged. "I just can't get enough...," Bloom replied, wondering what the girl's next step was to be. "Don't worry. Just going to to the library...," Bloom added.
"It's closed. Unless that's where the masked boy stays. Who's your next victim, Silverton?" Bloom's heart started pounding. She would have thought her own housemates would be very understanding, but really, there were more people hating on her and Ben than she thought. "Yup. See you," she added and quickly exited the room.
9:59pm. Bloom had finally arrived at the ground floor. This was where things began to get a little tricky. The ground floor had some light, but because of how large the space was, it felt as though it was pitch black. Bloom took her final step on the stairs and tried to think of where the library could be. She went down the foyer and what seemed to be a hall and immediately tripped on something or someone. Ah crap..., she thought, thinking it was a Prefect of all people, or worse, a professor.
Falling to the ground, she landed on top of the person. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and she tried to get herself off as quickly as she can and run to the nearest corner. But it seemed that she was slower than she imagined though within a few seconds extra, Bloom did just that-- hid.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
The Intermission
He waited, anxious. His biggest fear wasn't necessarily being caught - it was that she wouldn't show. Being caught along was far worse than being caught with a partner. Teammate? Companion. As he waited, the blood in his ears grew louder, his body adjusting to the silence. His breath sounded like a saw, scraping in and out of the slit-part between of his lips.
Of course, he was likely quiet as could be, but in a place with seemingly little other sound, everything became magnified. Which was why he heard Bloom's furtive footsteps before she arrived. Was she being loud, or was he being perceptive?
It didn't matter, as she somehow managed to stumble into him. He was... large. Stumbling him wasn't easy, and when she began to fall, he reached out to catch her. It was hard to say what he was grabbing, but it felt like an arm - he hoped.
"Shh." He whispers back, shushing her while attempting to keep her from running. Running would make more noise. If she was a regular sneak, she was awful at it. First, she ran into him, then she vocalized an apology, and he was pretty sure she was trying to run away and hide, which would only create more noise.
Was she trying to get caught? Was that her joke? "Just me." He promised, and she'd likely recognize that sharp razor of a voice as it carried to her ear. He was already here. He believed in being prepared. Nervous? You had better believe it. But prepared? Far more important.
It was while he was waiting that he knew why he was sorted into Slytherin. He had a plan. It was a weak one - if caught, they would assuredly be in trouble, but it would be... drastically less than they would otherwise. Or, at least, that was the plan.
Plan's never really worked out. He'd read enough books and heard enough stories to know that. "C'mon." He whispers, in a voice nearly impossible to hear from more than a few inches away. It was a throwback to his parents, really. They'd taught him how to whisper - if you could feel your voice in your throat, you were too loud. The words should be air at the edge of your lips, little else.
He extended a hand for her to take, smoothing down his robe with the other. This was where he felt most comfortable; shrouded in black. He was a monstrously tall silhouette in the midnight hall, and he would pass for a teacher from a distance. Which, of course, could potentially work in their favor. But he was getting ahead of himself.
"We doing this or not?"
Of course, he was likely quiet as could be, but in a place with seemingly little other sound, everything became magnified. Which was why he heard Bloom's furtive footsteps before she arrived. Was she being loud, or was he being perceptive?
It didn't matter, as she somehow managed to stumble into him. He was... large. Stumbling him wasn't easy, and when she began to fall, he reached out to catch her. It was hard to say what he was grabbing, but it felt like an arm - he hoped.
"Shh." He whispers back, shushing her while attempting to keep her from running. Running would make more noise. If she was a regular sneak, she was awful at it. First, she ran into him, then she vocalized an apology, and he was pretty sure she was trying to run away and hide, which would only create more noise.
Was she trying to get caught? Was that her joke? "Just me." He promised, and she'd likely recognize that sharp razor of a voice as it carried to her ear. He was already here. He believed in being prepared. Nervous? You had better believe it. But prepared? Far more important.
It was while he was waiting that he knew why he was sorted into Slytherin. He had a plan. It was a weak one - if caught, they would assuredly be in trouble, but it would be... drastically less than they would otherwise. Or, at least, that was the plan.
Plan's never really worked out. He'd read enough books and heard enough stories to know that. "C'mon." He whispers, in a voice nearly impossible to hear from more than a few inches away. It was a throwback to his parents, really. They'd taught him how to whisper - if you could feel your voice in your throat, you were too loud. The words should be air at the edge of your lips, little else.
He extended a hand for her to take, smoothing down his robe with the other. This was where he felt most comfortable; shrouded in black. He was a monstrously tall silhouette in the midnight hall, and he would pass for a teacher from a distance. Which, of course, could potentially work in their favor. But he was getting ahead of himself.
"We doing this or not?"
The Intermission
A hand had grabbed her arm prior to her running away. While fixing her uniform, she listened to the voice of who it might be and to a sudden relief, it was Dravere and not a Prefect or a professor. She slowly made her way to him and nodded. Granted, he could not see the nod, so she whispered a quick, "yeah" and she made her way towards the library entrance.
Through the darkness, she found the library door. It was unlocked, but closed. Slowly, she opened the door and poked her head in to see if it was clear. She looked behind her and grabbed Dravere's arm to pull him into the room. Closing the door behind them, Bloom walked to one of the aisles with a smile on her face. She was once again excited for this adventure.
"It's just on the other side of this aisle and down the hall. Ready?" she asked, her smile still bright and she dropped her hand from his arm. She was happy that the library was lit. It would have been one crazy adventure if they were in the dark. And darkness does not resonate with Bloom at all.
"I'm surprised that you aren't scared of hanging out with me," she said, starting conversation. She knew that the library was safe. They had enough other magical objects that did their job for them when come time. In a way, Bloom was fishing for how much Dravere knew about her. No one else would hang out with her-- aside from her very good friends who apparently were not even in Ravenclaw house.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
The Intermission
She slid into the library, where the lights had dimmed for the evening. It wasn’t dark, though. A particularly bright spot denoted the librarian’s desk, too, like a lighthouse - or worse, a spotlight. Making sure the door was closed behind them, he took his bag and set it in the row where he’d been reading earlier.
She was curiously talkative for a girl somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, but that was likely confidence born from familiarity. Ironic, given her quick scare moments before. Not far from her, he caught up on quiet steps - steps that were easy to not notice, especially when the wind picked up outside.
He was a quiet walker. The kind that would just appear behind you and make you jump when they spoke. It was fun to do, sometimes. But this wasn’t the time nor place for that kind of mischief. Silence and awareness were their friends.
All of his responses to her remained in that whisper, as he didn’t want to give away that they were there. “Should I be?” He asks. He didn’t pay much attention to gossip, and he knew enough that if he saw anyone in a mask he should go the other way.
Other than that? He was perfectly fine being oblivious. After all, they were all preteens and teenagers. All they cared to talk about was gossip and rumor. Rumor being the more pernicious of the two. All it took was a bit of dislike and suddenly you were the punchline of six different lies. He was more interested in the people themselves - truth always had a way of coming out.
He stopped in the aisle, just before the restricted section. The why was simple - it would keep them from being seen should someone be out among the tables and chairs. It was a bit of cover. Looking down to Bloom, he smiled tightly.
“Careful with the books.” He says, “I hear they scream.” He’d look, but he wouldn’t touch. Screaming books were precisely the kind of thing that guaranteed getting caught.
She was curiously talkative for a girl somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be, but that was likely confidence born from familiarity. Ironic, given her quick scare moments before. Not far from her, he caught up on quiet steps - steps that were easy to not notice, especially when the wind picked up outside.
He was a quiet walker. The kind that would just appear behind you and make you jump when they spoke. It was fun to do, sometimes. But this wasn’t the time nor place for that kind of mischief. Silence and awareness were their friends.
All of his responses to her remained in that whisper, as he didn’t want to give away that they were there. “Should I be?” He asks. He didn’t pay much attention to gossip, and he knew enough that if he saw anyone in a mask he should go the other way.
Other than that? He was perfectly fine being oblivious. After all, they were all preteens and teenagers. All they cared to talk about was gossip and rumor. Rumor being the more pernicious of the two. All it took was a bit of dislike and suddenly you were the punchline of six different lies. He was more interested in the people themselves - truth always had a way of coming out.
He stopped in the aisle, just before the restricted section. The why was simple - it would keep them from being seen should someone be out among the tables and chairs. It was a bit of cover. Looking down to Bloom, he smiled tightly.
“Careful with the books.” He says, “I hear they scream.” He’d look, but he wouldn’t touch. Screaming books were precisely the kind of thing that guaranteed getting caught.
The Intermission
Could it be possible that someone truly did not hear the gossip that was roaming around the corridors of the castle? Nearly every person had been talking about Ben and his dangerously harmful ways among other students and Bloom's association. Wondering if it could be possible, Bloom thought that perhaps he just did not put the two together. Dravere had made a comment about the books that scream and she only rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. While it was true, she did not care much for the school's alarm system in the library.
In turn, she decided to make a detour from the Restricted Area to show him. It was a decision she was willing to make. If she lost a friend because of it, then fine. However, if he did not care, then that was a true friendship, right? She lost so many friends this year because of Ben, but still, she can't find any reason to truly hate him for that.
Urging him to follow her, she turned left down the main library hall and a right into another aisle. This was the area where students shelved whatever they wanted to keep. It was a wonderful idea to archive anything that was published by students, for students such as the the House's newspapers. Bloom remembered how involved she was with The Diadem last year. She had a life on her shoulders: Prefect and Newspaper Writer. She lost it all because of Ben. But again, she couldn't hate him for it.
"Should you be is up to you," she said softly, looking intensely at the shelves, one paper at a time. It took a second, but she found exactly what she was looking for. "We have time. Why don't you read this," she said, handing the first-year Slytherin the juicy gossip of the year.
The paper that was handed to Dravere was the reveal of Ben Eckenrode as the 'Masked Man'. It was a warning to other students so that they can be aware of who to be around and stay away from. Another piece of paper was stapled to it. It was one that was by the mysterious writer who described what he or she witnessed the night Bloom and Ben were confronting each other.
Was it really the right decision to bring something like this up? Shrugging to herself, she looked at the old newspapers from Ravenclaw house, waiting for him to be finished. She needed to know how he would take it-- if there was hope in others.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
The Intermission
He was preparing to take the plunge when she stopped, motioning for him to follow her down another row of shelves stacked high. The library seemed impenetrable, really. There were so many places to hide, lay low, or just avoid notice that it was a wonder people found anything in here at all. Then again, when your castle was a home for wizards and witches, he supposed it became a sight easier.
There was clear hesitation to what she was doing, but it was obvious that once her mind was made up, it wasn't changing. Taking the offered slip of paper, he gave it a quick read. He wasn't quite sure who 'Ben Eckenrode' was, but he now had a name for the masked man terrorizing the school. Or trying to terrorize. It depend on who you asked.
"Ah." He says, brow furrowing while pulling the sheet up to look at the paper down below. A brow shot up at the mention of a lover's quarrel, but things were beginning to make more sense. She really was alone. He wouldn't have been surprised to find out she didn't have friends anymore.
While it was far from guilt, it was enough to make people wary. When it came to dying, people didn't take chances, after all. Still, he read it over again, not wanting to miss anything by appearing to be in a hurry. His teeth bit the corner of his lower lip, and for a moment, in the shadowed light of the library, he looked a good deal older. Though, that was gone the moment he handed it back to her, that youthful light in his eyes speaking to a wellspring of naivety.
Claims of a mask taking over were as reliable as claiming you were a Death Eater only under the Imperius Curse, but it was exactly the sort of thing you'd tell your girlfriend. Maybe Ben was more cunning than his Ravenclaw house would label him as. Maybe he really was a victim.
Either way, you didn't have a shouting match with your boyfriend because you supported his attempted homicides. At least not in his world. Did it make him wary of her? Sure. Did it mean he would forgo giving her a chance to show who she was through action? Not at all.
"Well, if I die, I'll have no one to blame but myself." Once she took the paper, he tilted his head back the way they came. "We came here for an adventure, not gossip. Whatever Ben did or is doing, your part in it has yet to be revealed." He believed the phrase was 'hedge your bets.' Corvus wasn't entirely certain she was entirely innocent, but he wasn't convinced she was guilty either.
Yet, he found himself feeling somewhat bad for her. If she wasn't complicit, her social life was ruined for nothing. He had little to no friends, for reasons he hadn't yet begun to understand. And here she was, seemingly a former rising star of a student cast down by her association with what was clearly the wrong person.
"Ye ready?"
There was clear hesitation to what she was doing, but it was obvious that once her mind was made up, it wasn't changing. Taking the offered slip of paper, he gave it a quick read. He wasn't quite sure who 'Ben Eckenrode' was, but he now had a name for the masked man terrorizing the school. Or trying to terrorize. It depend on who you asked.
"Ah." He says, brow furrowing while pulling the sheet up to look at the paper down below. A brow shot up at the mention of a lover's quarrel, but things were beginning to make more sense. She really was alone. He wouldn't have been surprised to find out she didn't have friends anymore.
While it was far from guilt, it was enough to make people wary. When it came to dying, people didn't take chances, after all. Still, he read it over again, not wanting to miss anything by appearing to be in a hurry. His teeth bit the corner of his lower lip, and for a moment, in the shadowed light of the library, he looked a good deal older. Though, that was gone the moment he handed it back to her, that youthful light in his eyes speaking to a wellspring of naivety.
Claims of a mask taking over were as reliable as claiming you were a Death Eater only under the Imperius Curse, but it was exactly the sort of thing you'd tell your girlfriend. Maybe Ben was more cunning than his Ravenclaw house would label him as. Maybe he really was a victim.
Either way, you didn't have a shouting match with your boyfriend because you supported his attempted homicides. At least not in his world. Did it make him wary of her? Sure. Did it mean he would forgo giving her a chance to show who she was through action? Not at all.
"Well, if I die, I'll have no one to blame but myself." Once she took the paper, he tilted his head back the way they came. "We came here for an adventure, not gossip. Whatever Ben did or is doing, your part in it has yet to be revealed." He believed the phrase was 'hedge your bets.' Corvus wasn't entirely certain she was entirely innocent, but he wasn't convinced she was guilty either.
Yet, he found himself feeling somewhat bad for her. If she wasn't complicit, her social life was ruined for nothing. He had little to no friends, for reasons he hadn't yet begun to understand. And here she was, seemingly a former rising star of a student cast down by her association with what was clearly the wrong person.
"Ye ready?"
The Intermission
Bloom nervous for his judgment, watched him for a split second. For a moment, Corvus looked much older than his age while reading the papers. He seemed mature for his age which sparked an interest for Bloom, but she quieted her thoughts remembering that he was reading about her and deciding whether or not he should affiliate with her. It seemed as though he was reading for quite awhile. Was it difficult to follow for him? Was he shocked? Was he pretending to read to make up his mind about being her friend? Finally, he finished.
Taking the papers back from him, she placed them back on the shelf where she found it. "Well?" she said, a bit hesitantly. She looked back at him, her chest filling up with intensity. With his answer, the amount of heaviness in her chest released. She felt a sense of relief. Smiling, she quickly gave him a tight hug as a thank you for not judging her in the way that other students do and quickly let go. Nodding, she led the way back to where the Restricted Area was located.
Walking as carefully as she could, she saw the restricted rope that led to the entrance of the area. It was a single rope tied on both ends to medium-sized poles. For a rope that was mobile, it only stayed in this one place, keeping those who were not old enough to enter out. Bloom, looking at her surroundings, lifted her skirt just slightly to go over the drooped rope. No one knew what magical security there was, but she wasn't going to chance her clothing hitting the rope and a magical alarm going off as a result.
One foot after the other, Bloom made it on the other side. She waved for Dravere to follow inside. As she was waiting, she looked around. It looked just like the library in general. She wondered about what made this area so restricted. Was it just the content of the books? Were there objects that they were not allowed to know about or even touch? She was intrigued just thinking about it. Walking in further, she did not know where to begin.
"Which aisle first?" she asked, giving him time to lead their adventurous mission.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
The Intermission
The hug was definitely out of his comfort zone. He tensed for a moment - touch wasn't part of his normal routine, and so his personal space bubble could be rather large. But it was quick, and clearly meant as a thanks, and he tried not to be too awkward about it.
"On your heels." He says as they crossed the rope. Taking a moment to pause, he gestured to his own feet, lifting his robe a little to give her a clearer view. It was a simple process, one he'd learned sneaking around the house. But it took practice to do right.
He put his foot forward, the edge of his heel touching the ground, and when the floor threatened to groan, he lifted it slowly. Setting his foot down elsewhere, it held, and he carefully took a step, rolling his weight from heel to toe and then repeating the same with the other foot. So far as movement could go, it was nearly soundless.
At the very least, it was quiet enough to blend into the background noise. Giving her a tight lipped smile, he scanned the area, then gestured. The potions section was nearby, and of course that's where he would go first. But, he would just scan the titles. He'd been mindful not to touch the rope, and he certainly wasn't touching any books.
But the sooner they were out of sight, the better. Moving down an aisle, he took a moment to scan the titles, finding many of them to be hard for him to understand. 'Moste Potente Potions' had to be at least from the 1600s, judging by it's spelling. But many others were simply named things like 'Advanced Potions' or, to his amusement, 'The Slime King's Tome.' Whoever the Slime King was.
"Amazing to think what these books contain." He whispers, keeping that same airy speech that kept his voice from his throat and only on his lips. "In hindsight, you being caught here wouldn't do your... reputation any good. Are you looking for anything in particular, or is it just the adventure?."
It wasn't meant as a barb, but it was the truth. If people thought she was working with Ben, well... being caught in the Restricted Section would just reinforce that for them.
"On your heels." He says as they crossed the rope. Taking a moment to pause, he gestured to his own feet, lifting his robe a little to give her a clearer view. It was a simple process, one he'd learned sneaking around the house. But it took practice to do right.
He put his foot forward, the edge of his heel touching the ground, and when the floor threatened to groan, he lifted it slowly. Setting his foot down elsewhere, it held, and he carefully took a step, rolling his weight from heel to toe and then repeating the same with the other foot. So far as movement could go, it was nearly soundless.
At the very least, it was quiet enough to blend into the background noise. Giving her a tight lipped smile, he scanned the area, then gestured. The potions section was nearby, and of course that's where he would go first. But, he would just scan the titles. He'd been mindful not to touch the rope, and he certainly wasn't touching any books.
But the sooner they were out of sight, the better. Moving down an aisle, he took a moment to scan the titles, finding many of them to be hard for him to understand. 'Moste Potente Potions' had to be at least from the 1600s, judging by it's spelling. But many others were simply named things like 'Advanced Potions' or, to his amusement, 'The Slime King's Tome.' Whoever the Slime King was.
"Amazing to think what these books contain." He whispers, keeping that same airy speech that kept his voice from his throat and only on his lips. "In hindsight, you being caught here wouldn't do your... reputation any good. Are you looking for anything in particular, or is it just the adventure?."
It wasn't meant as a barb, but it was the truth. If people thought she was working with Ben, well... being caught in the Restricted Section would just reinforce that for them.
The Intermission
Flipping page after page, Maya delved into her learning about ancient philosophy in the magical world. Why it was in the restricted area, she had no clue. Perhaps it was the amount of information on Necromancy that Hogwarts staff decided for students to not obtain such knowledge. Flip by flip, page by page, she was learning more and more. Enough that she wanted to give each philosophical technique a try. Pity that there were restraints on magic.
Closing her book, she pushed it to the side, got up and made her way to the shelving unit that consisted of the same genre of study. Without much reading, she grabbed a random book and sat back down at her table. This one, in particular, was dusty. She blew on the cover, dust particles flying everywhere around her. It was a book specifically on ancient artifacts. She wondered what artifacts she could be able to learn and perhaps, just maybe, it could relate to muggle artifacts that she knew so much about.
Maya, about to open the book had heard footsteps nearby. Being at a late hour and in an area that was restricted to students, Maya did not have to think twice on who the footsteps belonged to. Pushing the book back just a tad, she got up and walked towards the footsteps. She heard two voices coming from the entrance.
Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the voices down one of the book aisles, her red cloak caressing the floor as she walked. Once she got to the end, she leaned on the bookshelves within the shadows, a smirk on her face.
"It is quite amazing what these books contain," she interrupted, coming out from in the shadows. "Miss Silverton, out on adventurous explorations yet again, I see. And this time you've brought a new friend," she said, her Israeli accent thick. "What is it you both are looking for?" she asked, her eyes glaring at them both. She might as well find out information from them as to why they entered before having them go back to their common rooms.
Closing her book, she pushed it to the side, got up and made her way to the shelving unit that consisted of the same genre of study. Without much reading, she grabbed a random book and sat back down at her table. This one, in particular, was dusty. She blew on the cover, dust particles flying everywhere around her. It was a book specifically on ancient artifacts. She wondered what artifacts she could be able to learn and perhaps, just maybe, it could relate to muggle artifacts that she knew so much about.
Maya, about to open the book had heard footsteps nearby. Being at a late hour and in an area that was restricted to students, Maya did not have to think twice on who the footsteps belonged to. Pushing the book back just a tad, she got up and walked towards the footsteps. She heard two voices coming from the entrance.
Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the voices down one of the book aisles, her red cloak caressing the floor as she walked. Once she got to the end, she leaned on the bookshelves within the shadows, a smirk on her face.
"It is quite amazing what these books contain," she interrupted, coming out from in the shadows. "Miss Silverton, out on adventurous explorations yet again, I see. And this time you've brought a new friend," she said, her Israeli accent thick. "What is it you both are looking for?" she asked, her eyes glaring at them both. She might as well find out information from them as to why they entered before having them go back to their common rooms.
Stamina: 11 || Evasion: 7 || Strength: 7 || Wisdom: 20 || ArcPower: 15 || Accuracy: 10