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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 16:54:21 GMT -5
|Jesse knew that he wasn't supposed to be here. He had been told that he had Care of Magical Creatures right before dinner, but now, instead of attending class, he was here. In the library. With all these books. Really, it hadn't been a contest between the two. Almost immediately, he found himself browsing through books on the theory of magic, books with titles like 'Dark Or Just Dark Grey? A Look at the Intentions Behind Dark Magic' and 'De Vermis Mysteriis: A Collection of Dark Incantations'. He was...fascinated, intrigued, and very much in love with these books about how nothing is truly black or white. He picked out three thick, dusty books and lugged them off to a table, sitting and reading, every so often making an enthusiastic, interested noise, or a sullen, disagreeable sort of snort.|
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Post by Adrienne on Oct 1, 2005 18:39:41 GMT -5
Garrett was busying himself with anything and everything lately...he was very agitated, and needed to be doing something. Now, he was cleaning off the top of the shelves. He was on a ladder, but somehow he'd lost his footing and was now w/o a ladder, hanging in midair. Unable to control himself, Garrett actually started laughing. He spotted a young man reading at one of tables nearby. "Excuse me, young sir. Would you mind helping a poor man like me out? I seem to have found myself in trouble once again...!"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 19:01:14 GMT -5
|He glanced up, his blue eye pinched shut, squinting. "Of course." His voice was soft, whispery, like turning pages and rustling leaves. From a pocket on the inside of his plain black robes he pulled his wand (yew, dragon heartstring, 10 1/2 inches - he still remembered), pointed it at the floor below the dangling man, and whispered, "Mollius." A few seconds, and a thick, shimmery sort of film spread out in a roughly diamond-shaped area about five feet across on all sides. "You can let go, now. I'm fairly good at Cushioning Charms." And it was true. He'd used them often, at home, mostly when Father was angry. He peered at the man through his thin glasses, cocking his head. He did not open his eye.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 20:32:36 GMT -5
Sarah walked in and gasped. Mr. Garrett <I don't know his last name.> was hanging from a book shelf. Not seeing Jesse or his spell, she ran forward, tripped over the fallen ladder, and crashed into a nearby shelf. "Ow" She rubbed her head and now saw Jesse and the cushion charm he'd made. "Wow," she murmured.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 20:43:54 GMT -5
|He half-turned, eyeing the girl on the floor. "What are you doing down there, then? Hm?" He raised an eyebrow (not the left, as that was his blue eye, and it was still closed). "If you're here to call me an evil, soul-sucking monster from hell like the other 'respectable' people have, go ahead. I won't stop you." And he hunched himself over and shuffled back to his table, keeping his careful eye on the dangling man, making sure the Cushioning Charm held. He sat down with a soft, shivery sigh and picked up his book ('Veritaserum: The Truth Behind the Lies') again.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 20:50:14 GMT -5
Sarah pushed gerself off of the floor, rubbing her shoulder where she knew a bruise would form soon enough and shuffled over to him. "Why would I say that? I've never met you, I cna't very well make judgements about people I don't know."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 20:54:42 GMT -5
|He shrugged a shoulder. "Wouldn't know. Perhaps because someone saw me studying my book on semi-legal Dark curses the other day. Rumors spread like fire, you know. There is also the small fact of my being in the Black House..." And he looked up again, refusing to open that eye, so his face looked lopsided and squinty. "..You can still join me, if you wish. There are some very interesting books back here."|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 21:01:38 GMT -5
"Thank you." She went off and came back to the table with her usual stack of five or six books and cracked one open. "You know, just because you're in black doesn't make you a bad person. And what you study is your own business, your hobby, or what have you. It shouldn't matter to others, but," she shrugged. "That's the way the world is. I just try to ignore people like that." She inhaled the must of her book and began to flip through.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 21:13:22 GMT -5
|He quirked his lips, something that, if this girl had known him, she would have recognized as a smile. "You like the smell of books, too..." He motioned at the Library around them, at the shelves upon shelves of books, then to the entrance. "Walking through that door..was like walking into the Garden of Eden." He glanced at her, and cocked his head. "You're..in the White House, yes? Congratulations. You still have it."|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 21:25:27 GMT -5
She smiled at the Eden comment, remembering that's what she'd thought, too. Then she paused. "How did you guess my house? And what do you mean 'I still have it?'
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 21:32:06 GMT -5
|He looked steadily at her, his one open brown eye unblinking. "You...have a presence about you. Most people do. And by 'it' I mean your innocence, of course. Or perhaps your virginity. 'It' is a rather broad word, I'm afraid. I'm Jesse Brightstone, by the way." And he stuck out his right hand, while the other one trailed fingers over the book on veritaserum just in front of him.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 21:38:37 GMT -5
She blushed fucia at the virginity comment, but shook his hand all the same. "S...Sarah...R...R...Ryans."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 21:41:12 GMT -5
|He chuckled. "Don't be embarassed. It's a virtue. What do you think the color white is supposed to represent in the first place?" And then he turned back his book, careful to keep his ill-matching eye away from the girl's (Sarah's) line of view as he opened it once more and continued to read.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 1, 2005 21:47:21 GMT -5
She kept blushing. "Absence," she said simply. "Nothingness. A color devoid of impurity." She chuckled. "Sometimes a wonder if there is a true white. Maybe it's all just light gray adn nothing is truely white." She stared at her gloved hand absently.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 1, 2005 21:55:41 GMT -5
|When she said that...My god, but he was so startled, he turned to her, completely forgetting to close his blue eye. The full force of that unnerving, not-quite-normal gaze laid upon her like so many tons of bricks. "Yes," he whispered. "You understand, then. There is no black and white." He shook his head. "You're too young to have realized this on your own, though...Most don't see until they're much older, and some not even then."
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