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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] It was a Sunday afternoon, and Sunday afternoons were always boring. Layla was socially drained from the earlier part of the weekend, and had decided that all she wanted to do was something sleepy. Naturally, she found in the library – the sleepiest place of them all. There was something she wanted to look up. That something was Divination. Layla would never deny that she was a Seer, however she would also never admit to anyone that she didn’t know how to use her abilities. She didn’t understand how it worked at all. The best way she could describe them was that… ugh, she didn’t know! Sometimes she just knew things would happen. Usually small, insignificant thing, like the nuns were going to do a surprise inspection or that her roommate was going to have her shoes stolen. Well… okay, maybe that last one could have been significant. She should’ve told Cammie that her shoes were going to get stolen that day. She wasn’t too sure why she didn’t, and she wasn’t one to dwell on thoughts much either. Not those kinds, anyway. There wasn’t much of a selection to choose from as there was with other subjects, but there were still a fair amount of books dedicated to Divination. It was a bit intimidating, really. Layla didn’t know which book to pick. They were all so… ancient looking. And ugly. Layla pulled out a book at random, briefly looked at the title, and put it back. The title had some long, weird word in it, and the book smelt horribly of dust anyway. She repeated this a few more times, until she had met her match. A book on the shelf above stubbornly refused to be moved from its home. As Layla tip-toed and tugged and tugged on it, a bad feeling grew inside her until–– Too late. Layla screamed as she pulled free the book, only to have the books next to it fall down on top of her as well. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: auto, btable] It wasn't every day, or rather, every Sunday that Rufus found himself unoccupied. While the first day of the week was universally recognized as a holiday to all and thus, was a day everyone treasured as a day of rest. Well... if one really put it that way, then Rufus Irving must really not be of this universe for he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't spent his Sunday in the dungeons accompanying a student. He couldn't really complain actually, seeing as he enjoyed his work. And technically, a third party would claim that today was no exception either since Gwyn was also his student. Ahh, but the girl would always be family before a disciple of education. The library was pleasantly quiet, as it should be. Most of the students had likely decided to spend the day outside in the rare sunny weather. Rufus, himself, had never really been one fond of the 'great outdoors' but that didn't mean he didn't understand how children were fond of it. He had a book in his hand while the table he sat at held about a dozen more. Goodness, it was almost as if piles of paper decided to follow him wherever he went. Not that he minded them, mind you. He hadn't seen the librarian today but if she saw him at this table, she would likely give him an exasperated sigh and a defeated look before walking away to go about on her own business. The corner of Rufus' mouth curled up at that thought. All of a sudden, a shriek and a crash made Rufus half jump from his skin. Gwyn had reacted much faster than himself, sparing him a worried look before running off in the direction of the noise. Rufus, of course, was just a step behind, his lips pressed into a worried line. Striding around the corner, Rufus halted in time to see Gwyn lifting a pile of books off a familiar student: Miss Layla Jones of Gryffindor. "Miss Jones," Rufus said, helping the girl up from the floor. "Are you alright?"

May 21, 2012 2:40:36 GMT -5 @henri1 said:

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] She knew it. She knew it all along! Layla had always know that, deep down inside, studying was evil, even if you were planning to only briefly look over a topic that interested you. The gods of laziness and discrimination were frowning down upon her, right now, weren’t they? And so were the style goddesses of harajuku – it’s not like reading or books were in this season! Aha! The weights were lifted off her one by one. So the gods showed mercy after all! Layla managed to push herself up so that she was now sitting on the floor, as opposed to being crushed like she had been earlier. She looked up to see her rescuer—oh wait, there was two of them? “Oh ‘ey Gwyn~” Layla said as she took her friend’s hand and was helped up by the other rescuer who was none other than– “P-profressor?!” Ugh, embarrassiiiiing. While it was certainly no secret that Layla wasn’t exactly the most… careful of people, she certainly didn’t like to remind people – mainly her Professors – of her carelessness. “Oh am, like, uh, tertally sound~” Sure, she said that, but one of her shoulders was hurting a bit more than it should. However, that information was far too embarrassing also – getting a hurt shoulder from a book? Oh no, better call an ambulance to save the wimp! “Dead sound.” Hang on, Gwynny Irving and Professor Irving were both here at the same time? Oh god, Layla had interrupted their family bonding time, hadn’t she? Wasn’t that a really, really important activity or something? Layla really had no idea, but imagined it was similar to when one of the nuns interrupted her in depth conversation with her roommate. “So, uh, wa’ ay yous two up ter in de–” She cut off what she was going to say and looked around to find people either directly glaring at her, wishing for her to shut up, or doing so secretly. She lowered her voice to a failed hush. “So wa’ ay yous guys up ter?” [/style]

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