Post by pandora on Jul 28, 2011 20:53:39 GMT -8
Saturday, September 17th, 4:00pm
Pandora didn't usually spend much time in the library. It was too quiet, for one thing, with even some dumb rule in place to keep it so. The only people who really hung out there were people who liked to study, an attitude which didn't usually fit her: she could always come up with a reason to do something else, like play Quidditch or flirt. Still, even she needed reference books sometimes, and today was one of those times. She had to write some dumb paper for Transfiguration, and while she liked the subject in general, writing essays was truly a terrible way to spend ones Saturday.
I mean, come on, it's the weekend! she thought, practically stomping into the library, We should get to do fun things, not do homework!
At least she'd had Quidditch practice earlier. It had gone well, and Captain Steel (as Pandora loved to call her, just to tease the older girl who she'd always sort of idolized) was pleased with their progress, which was good considering they had their first game coming up. Pandora had showered, gone back to her common room, and started the stupid essay only to find out that she needed a book in order to site some fact. How typical.
Luckily, as a sixth year, she was allowed in the Restricted Section now: that made things a little more interesting. She headed right for the gated-off area and strode in almost carelessly, not even glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her. Once she was in, though, she thought she could sense someone following her: her Seeker practice had honed her attention to the point that she could easily detect such things. She wove through the shelves, hoping to lose the person without being obvious, but they stuck with her. Finally, Pandora turned a corner... only to find a dead-end at a window, the sill of which was very deep, at least a foot. Taking a deep breath, she whirled around to face the person who'd been tracking her through the shelves.
"Why are you following me?" she snapped, for once not even bothering to look who it was. That wasn't the important thing at the moment: finding out why she was being stalked was.
Pandora didn't usually spend much time in the library. It was too quiet, for one thing, with even some dumb rule in place to keep it so. The only people who really hung out there were people who liked to study, an attitude which didn't usually fit her: she could always come up with a reason to do something else, like play Quidditch or flirt. Still, even she needed reference books sometimes, and today was one of those times. She had to write some dumb paper for Transfiguration, and while she liked the subject in general, writing essays was truly a terrible way to spend ones Saturday.
I mean, come on, it's the weekend! she thought, practically stomping into the library, We should get to do fun things, not do homework!
At least she'd had Quidditch practice earlier. It had gone well, and Captain Steel (as Pandora loved to call her, just to tease the older girl who she'd always sort of idolized) was pleased with their progress, which was good considering they had their first game coming up. Pandora had showered, gone back to her common room, and started the stupid essay only to find out that she needed a book in order to site some fact. How typical.
Luckily, as a sixth year, she was allowed in the Restricted Section now: that made things a little more interesting. She headed right for the gated-off area and strode in almost carelessly, not even glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching her. Once she was in, though, she thought she could sense someone following her: her Seeker practice had honed her attention to the point that she could easily detect such things. She wove through the shelves, hoping to lose the person without being obvious, but they stuck with her. Finally, Pandora turned a corner... only to find a dead-end at a window, the sill of which was very deep, at least a foot. Taking a deep breath, she whirled around to face the person who'd been tracking her through the shelves.
"Why are you following me?" she snapped, for once not even bothering to look who it was. That wasn't the important thing at the moment: finding out why she was being stalked was.