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[Devin Reed]

Devin was dying.

Well, practically, of boredom. Boredom in most people's eyes would be described as that feeling when one has nothing to do and wanted to amuse one's self. But that was hardly true in this case. The boy had plenty of options in the catagory of 'something to do'. He could go for a stroll down by the unusually dark waters of the Black Lake. He could wander towards the quidditch pitch and, after watching others practice, actually coax himself to mount a broom and attempt flying. He could stay in the Gryffindor common room by a window and catch up on some reading with the rays of the afternoon sun. Hell, if he really wanted to, Devin could've had some fun with the statues placed around school and his exceptional Transfiguration skills. Really, there was a world of possibility before the Gryffindor.

However, being Devin, he was somewhat unpredictable. In which case one would expect him to do the unexpected, in this case travel to the library to finish the essay, but that's beside the point. He had made the unusual descision to head down to the library, take a few books off the shelves, and explore his homework, which he, even more unusually, felt obliged to do. And so, after finding the piece of paper with the assignment written on it surprisingly quickly, Devin was off on his way to the library without a second thought. To anyone that knew who he was would tell you that the faint smile on his face meant he was up to something. Oh how surprised they would be if they were to head to the library later that day to find him working on an assignment rather than saving it for the middle of the night. But hey, maybe it was just an unusual day.

Footsteps echoed through the nearly empty hall like soft whispers of gossip. Just a few other students wandered them aimlessly, making slight eye contact each other. Perhaps a small smile if they knew eachother. But usually, it wasn't too much of a significant meeting. Maybe some were headed to the library as well, but most likely not. The smallest sigh escaped the vocals of the boy as he traveled on towards the library. Only Devin would put off homework until it was due less than twenty four hours away. Not only was it homework, but it was an essay. A full, five-paged essay. For what class again? It was all written on the piece of paper...paper...paper...where was the paper? Oh well, it would basically write itself. Another sigh stifled its way out. Dev was definately not the most organized person in the world. But as long as he was coasting along at 'average' he was okay, right?

A hand snaked its way around the cold metal handle of the heavy library door and heaved it open. Quickly, he slipped inside before it slammed shut. The librarian hissed at him to be quiet. Ah...the farmiliar greeting... Mockingly, he nodded back a greeting with a beaming smile. It would seem like he could have just being kind, but perhaps it was right to doubt the gesture. Only he knew for sure. The slight aroma of dust floated through the air, as it always did. The shades on the windows on the far wall were half drawn, as if only a limited amount of light was neccissary. The library wasn't really the most pleasant place in the world. Actually, it gave Devin the creeps. It even had it's own personal witch. Literally. There was something about the tall bookshelves, all of them tall as trees, that made Devin uncomfortable, strangely alert like some awful awful being was hidden there. But, alas, there wasn't. Only the horrid assignment he had yet to start.

Now...homework. Why he was actually doing the assignment before the last few hours before the due date was unknown. He was perfectly alright with his current grades. He never really liked teachers. He probably would've preferred to get on the bad side of his superiors. It made being rude to them all the more easier. Something he had excelled in back at his old school. Something almost everyone had excelled in back at his old school. Devin was in too good of a mood to think about the great changes in, not only his schools, but his family and their thoughts of him, that had taken place, though, six years later, he still hadn't gotten over the fact that he couldn't use electronics. Despite that, though, the smallest twitch of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he strode down the rows of bookshelves that stretched towards the high ceiling like collassal trees. As long as he was in a good mood his mind was left open to actually read and do his assignment. But something made the library a bit better: There was no one else in the room noticable. Which meant no Slytherins who decided that Gryffindors like himself were prey, no Ravenclaws doing annoyingly well on their homework, no other Gryffindors pulling pranks that he couldn't get in on, no one who could potentially distract him. Because honestly, he needed the focus. The grin seemed to inch a tad wider as the realization came to mind.

Dev stressed his memory to the max as he tried to remember one of two things. 1. What class the report was for? 2. Where was the piece of paper he had written everything on? He didn't really know...but he could guess. If he was wrong, he could always check with someone. Oh, right. There's no one to check with. Why can't I remember anything? he thought bitterly as his deep brown eyes searched across a series of books. Devin hated homework. What were these books even about? Probably gonna write itself anyways... He reminded himself of the previous thought. Shrugging pesimistically, he grabbed a few random books off the shelves and began walking towards the tables. Even this slight change of mood was unusual for Devin. It proved that he really was annoyed. Then to top it all off the books took a tumble from his insecure grasp and went scattering to the floor.

One more exasperated sigh escaped from his throat. Kneeling down upon one knee he began to pick up the literary material. Devin kept a firm hold on them once he had them picked up. He turned around to, once more, continue his quest to the tables when he found himself nearly colliding with someone. He felt the books leave his hands once more as he avoided the crash. Though this time, he was thoroughly frustrated with them, he left them on the floor like a spilled tower of blocks. "Sorry..." he muttered to the other person, the slight level of annoyance caught in his voice.

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[Cameron Adams]

Cam had decided to head to the library today she needed to do loads of research on many different things, care of magical creatures, muggle history and other things but today she was doing only those things she wandered over to the shelfs and got down a few large books which where covered in dust causing her to sneeze.

Cam was wearing her black stonewash jeans with added tears and a white top with a black waist coat, he blonde hair was curly today and it came down past her shoulders, her fringe was staright and was covering one of her eyes, her eyeliner was thin but noticablly thick and black, she eyes at the moment where a lovely christal blue colour, and they glinted in the few rays of sunlight in the library.

Cam was wondering along the books she was carrying where covering some more of her vision maybe this was why she didn't see a boy coming towards her, when she almsot collided with her she let out a gasp and also dropped her books everywhere hearing him say sorry she replied with "Oh no, don't worry about it, entirely my own fault" and she dropped to her knee's without really even looking at him and started to pick up her books

[[Sorry there isn't as much as yours but your a brilliant writer ;D]]

[Devin Reed]

ooc -- don't worry about it, I had more time than I knew what to do with this morning.

ic -- What a klutz! Not only had he himself managed to drop his own books twice, but he had nearly caused the other to send their stuff tumbling to the floor as well. Whether the librarian was upset with him or not, Devin was in no mood to pick them up again. It made him feel rather childish, more like a toddler having a stubborn tantrum than a frustrated sixteen-year-old. Reluctantly, he knelt down on one knee and began to gather the books in a pile. Because he was annoyed at his own stupidity that meant he should leave the other person, who he now recognized as a possible aquaintance, to clean up the mess? No, no it didn't. Besides, the other girl was already beginning to handle them, the most he could do was help. Devin took a firm hold on the books once they were in his hands, having them dropped again would surely push the red T-lever down on the librarian's tolerance.

But Devin couldn't help but wonder, would the same have happened had he been wearing a Slytherin badge on the front of his robes? Was he being helped, or forgiven, rather, because of the sole purpose of being a Gryffindor? Students, and teachers, always favored their own house for aspects other than the house points race and Quidditch. They selected who to be friends with and who to avoid. Most Slytherins, especially were very impatient with the other houses. Gryffindors were too true, Ravenclaws were too nerdy, and Hufflepuffs were too spineless, thus they could only be friends with the street smart, sly and strong Slytherins. Currently Devin was quite glad that the girl wasn't a Slytherin. Even if she was mad, she wasn't showing it. The house boundries were an interesting matter, and they came to mind often.

"Oh no, don't worry about it, entirely my own fault"

"No, I wasn't paying attention," he answered with a small smile. Which was true, he wasn't, but the statement suggested he felt sorry. Which he did, to an extent. A collision required two people, and therefore, he agreed to take half the blame. Though, Devin didn't really speak these words aloud, nor did he want to. "I've been told I should get better at that."

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[Cameron Adams]

Cam was picking up books and placing them into different piles his in one hers in another she saw him kneel down and look up at him and smiled it had been a while since someone actually spoke to her "What better at paying attention?" Cam laughed she was often told the same thing. "But really i'm so sorry, especially as the librarian is in a foul mood today" She looked over the the librarian who was scowling at them both and she stuck her tongue out at her, then laughed to herself, if the boy hadn't seen what she had just done she would now seem like a bit of an idiot.

[Devin Reed]

Devin wasn't sure if any of the other staff in the building enforced their rules more so than the librarian. It seemed there was a pattern to her reactions when it came to misconduct. On the first offense, a student recieved the hiss to pipe down or leave. On the second offense a student recieved a more intense hiss, a wordless suggestion to leave. On the third disruption the librarian got up from her seat and prowled the library, the beginning of a little game called Wildcat-In-The-Savannah. Also popular amongst the cats in the Gryffindor common room as they stalked the spiders and mice who dared to venture into the unsafe. From the third stage, she would pounce, a stage involving a personal escort from the library. Three strikes, you're out. Devin had enjoyed himself thoroughly testing this method, the librarian, however, didn't.

The girl apologized again, mentioning the librarian and her particularily awful attitude at the moment. Quite daringly, the girl stuck her tongue out at the older woman, receiving a look that would kill if looks had so much power. Devin only wished he could get away with such things. But he was under the impression that the librarian, nice as she may be to others, disliked him with a passion. The Gryffindor was often bored when he entered the library, and subconsciously, his bored mind looked for trouble. Which was unbelievably easy to find in such a large room. However, his fun usually ended with the librarian, and there was a period in time that it never started due to the watchful eyes that kept him in line as he set foot in the room. Point being, he would probably get sent to detention if he ever even so much as thought of displaying that sort of disrespect.

"She's always in a foul mood when I'm around," he answered with a smirk. "I'm afraid she doesn't trust me not to be, disruptive." Giving a small shrug, he added "Kinda my own fault though, that's what you get for having fun with life." His indifference towards the situation was what probably caused the librarian to dislike him the most: she hated that he was glad to be kicked out. "I'm Devin, by the way."

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[Cameron Adams]

Cam smiled "Nice to meet you Devin i'm Cameron, or Cam whatever " She shrugged and looked back to the librarian and gave her a wink if there was one thing Cam loved doing it was winding up the librarian "I'm sure she doesn't not trust you, she's just boring, and can't have fun Cam shrugged looking back to him her hair covering her eyes.