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Post by ophelia m. jugson on Jul 20, 2011 5:54:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i834.photobucket.com/albums/zz265/sweetscentofregret/backgrounds/backgroundclassyy1.png), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Every time Ophelia walked into the library at the university, she couldn’t help but be disappointed. Even though it had already been two years since she had graduated, there was something about the smell of books that she could never forget. It was something that the rows and rows of books that had been brought in when the school was opened just couldn’t replace. She couldn’t deny that she was being just a little ridiculous, but that hadn’t made her any happier. Before, every time that she pulled a book off of the many shelves that made up the library at Hogwarts an instant story would begin to play in her head of who might have held the book before her. Why had they picked this particular one? Was it just for a class? Were they breaking the rules to make a potion? Were they trying to research a deadly disease that their aunt had been stricken with? Needless to say, it was easy for her mind to run wild when she got into the more interesting sections, but it always made for a fascinating story and loads of procrastination. Now every time she opened a book, instead of the thick smell of centuries of dust, she was met by a loud crackle as the spine of the book began to break in. It was almost a mixed emotion whenever this happened. On one hand, she still missed her library; but, on the other, she couldn’t help but hope that maybe one day someone would be standing where she was and thinking over the same stories that she had so many years before.
Oh, good grief, she had to get a life. No one but a Ravenclaw would care less what condition their books were in in, and, if they did, they would certainly prefer the new volumes of books that she now had access to. She had to admit, it was a lot easier to study without having to worry about her book falling to pieces in the process. Oddly enough, as much as she loved books, studying wasn’t one of her favorite things. She would much rather be reading something completely pointless than have to actually learn something. It was amazing to her how much easier it was remember every little detail of a book about magical faeries and men in golden chariots than it was to learn about the history of the woodland troll. Then again, she did find memorizing things was a lot easier when you actually stay awake while you’re studying.
It was only then that Ophelia realized she had just been standing in the middle of the doorway to the library, and she probably wouldn’t even have done so then if some freshman hadn’t come bursting by her. Ugh, Hufflepuffs. She began to make her way back through the library searching for the perfect spot to settle for the afternoon. See, Ophelia wasn’t the type to go find a table with the rest of the students. No, no, no, then she would have to risk getting by someone who was making too much noise or sniffling or invading all of her table space. She could barely concentrate as it was without having so many distractions around her. In her defense, it was a rare occasion when the library was actually quiet. A noisy library was a bit of a contradiction to say the least, but it did get a little hard to keep people quiet once they reached this age.
The search was on as she noticed place after place that she usually sat was taken. It was hard to find good reading spots around here, and people just seemed taking more and more of them up every day. She hated being too far away from the main part of the library where all the actually helpful books were, but she was willing to compromise if it meant that she had a spot all to herself and it looked as if that was what she was going to have to do. Ophelia didn’t mind that much. She knew that it would be much quieter back in the back by all of the useless books. The year before she had found the perfect spot in between the books about cat charms and the endless array of books on how to cure, cause, and animate any type of boil that you could imagine. It was a little gruesome, but, since everyone else seemed to think the same, it meant that she was rarely ever disturbed.
Her luck seemed to still be intact today. Her spot was completely empty as were the aisles across from it; and, oh my, that box of candy she had left there a few days before was even still in its place. Maybe she would get to study today after all. She tossed her bag down before commencing to sprawl out on the floor. It was a little unladylike to say the least; but she could get to her things much better this way. She pulled her books out of her bag as she adjusted herself into her usual position, flat on her stomach with her feet crossed in the air behind her. Ophelia was fairly sure that between that and her mess of brown curls falling all across her face that she would probably look like some lost child if anyone ever spotted her like that. So far, she had been lucky enough not to ever have that happen, but she knew the time would probably come eventually.
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Post by caden n. stretton on Jul 26, 2011 2:29:28 GMT -5
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Caden didn’t know what to think. Over the course of the last few days, he had figured out that his best friend was not only back in town, but back in town with a baby in tow. How was he supposed to process that; especially since he had fallen in love with her many years before! Unlike most guys, Caden didn’t look at this information as a bomb that was about to explode. Instead, he looked at it as one that he could disarm with the right knowledge. That was what led him to the library. Even if Lucas wasn’t his, Caden wasn’t going to leave Adalia. She had been something special to him for longer than her son was alive. Adding a child to the equation added mixed emotions because of the fact that it wasn’t his, but that was his problem. She still deserved to be loved none the less. Caden had a variety of knowledge of many things. One subject that he didn’t know that much on was babies. He hadn’t exactly planned on one coming into his life, nor had he expected Adalia to come home with one. When she had disappeared, he had gone into a horrible stage. Adalia disappearing without reason felt like abandonment all over again. She hadn’t told him she was going anywhere. One morning he heard she was gone and that was the end of it. He hadn’t had a change to get her to explain, offer to go with her or try and get her to stay. When his parents left, they had done the same. Left no reason and acted perfectly normal before it happened. At first, his mind went into thinking up the worst thoughts; like that she had befriended him and pretended to show a nice side so that she could hurt him all over again. Adalia was different though, and he knew for sure that she wouldn’t do such a thing to him. With the help of his Uncle and a letter that Adalia soon sent him by owl, he managed to keep himself from going back to his cutting and drinking ways. Caden shuttered at the thought of those. It had been a dark, dark place when he hadn’t felt like his life was worth it. Although he didn’t say it out loud, the reason he was so “sensitive,” as several girls liked to address him as, was because of his family leaving. The emotions he had running through his mind and body were not ones he wanted others to ever have to feel. Sometimes, he wondered what life would be life if they hadn’t left. What he would be like if his Uncle hadn’t been the one to raise him.
Opening the door to the library effortlessly, he had never come in looking for books that would enlighten him on the world of parenting. The librarian in almost every library he had been to was always noisy and for Adalia’s sake, since she was the mother and deserved to get the news out at her own pace, he was going to search manually without asking questions. Moving up and down the rows, Caden scanned the book titles to see what he was getting himself into. Finally, he came across a small section more near the back, away from the main sections of the library, filled with books on parenting and pregnancy. It had to have looked awkward as a male grabbed a book on the shelf reading “leading into the troublesome twos” and “a book for dad.” He may not be the father of the baby, but he did want to treat Lucas just as well as he would his kid. To do that, he had to know what he was doing. You know, in case it didn’t come naturally. Slowly walking towards an open space, he saw that it was occupied by only one girl. Personally, the Ravenclaw wasn’t interested in what others thought about him. They all would think what they wanted to whether it was to a friend or merely in their thoughts. Either way, to him it was an ‘all the power to you’ situation. Caden wasn’t against freedom of speech. He wasn’t ashamed that he was looking through the books or anything, so why would he care what people had to say about it? Sliding down with his back against a bookcase, he didn’t look up at the girl who was lying down on the floor, being too consumed in what he was about to read already. Flipping open the first book ‘for dads’, Caden noticed right away that the spine of the book didn’t even have a crease in it yet. Shaking his head, he was disappointed. Only books that went to good use had creases, and clearly not many dads had taken the opportunity to look into the literature about children. To be honest, when he was finished with the books he wasn’t sure if he’d tell Adalia that he had done research, as he was somewhat afraid that she would tell him he was taking on too big of a role in Lucas’ life. It was possible, but he prayed to god it wouldn’t happen. Quietly going through the first paragraph, he glanced up for a minute and really took in the area where he had chosen to sit. Noticing it was a small premises, Caden wondered whether he had intruded. ”It is alright if I sit here, right? I’m sorry for not asking before. I can move if you want to be alone.” with that, he ran a hand through his hair. Why had he been so rude to assume it would be okay? He was disappointed in himself.
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