'New'. He...really didn't like that word. It implied a lack of knowledge, a certain...immaturity. He was nothing if not mature. After an hour of wandering (some prefect had given him the wrong password, which he had absently filed away for later), he found the Black House Common Room. He wasn't sure if it was in a tower, or down in the dungeons. All the winding staircases and doorways had disoriented him to the point where he didn't know which way was up any more. But now, with a muttered password, he slipped into the Common Room, his glasses perched precariously on his delicate, pointed nose. There were three moderately thick books tucked up protectively against his chest. 'How to Charm Your Friends and Curse Your Enemies', 'The Root of All Evil: A Comparison Between Grindelwald and Adolf Hitler', and 'Curses! Foiled Again! (or: How to Keep Your Plans From Failing)'.|
August 3rd, 2005 "Watch yourself, girl. There will be murder in this school, one way or another. I promise it." - Jesse Proof that Jesse, having predicted the murder of the Headmistress nearly a year prior to her actual death, can see the future. --------------- I like to think of worst-case scenarios. Improbable as it may be, somewhere, someone is being eaten by a shark, and that person isn't me.