Thursday Afternoon In The Library ((Plot People))

[Adalia St John S5]

“You… you… you what? I can’t believe this. I can’t handle this. Get out! Get out now! I have never been so ashamed oh her in my whole life!” Adalia shrieked at figure in picture frame. “I will not wear that! I can’t believe she even though I would! How could my mother – my mother – have such awful taste so as to buy that? I will not so much as place that in my wardrobe never mind wear it in a portrait. Send it back. Tell her to send it back now. If I ever see that thing again I swear I will burn you off the wall at home and throw this photo in just so you can’t escape the excruciating pain of feeling your corners slowly curl in as they burn to a crisp. Go now. You’re dismissed.” With that Adalia threw the photo frame down into the drawer with such force the glass cracked slightly and the figure of the woman standing in there glared at her but didn’t dare say anything as darkness engulfed her.

The indignity honestly. Sometimes Adalia didn’t know what came over her mother. As if she would be told what to wear. A frilly pink dress with a puffy skirt too. As if Adalia would ever wear anything so horrifying. With a sigh Adalia took her hairbrush out of the top right drawer in her vanity and brushed her hair until it was perfect and smooth – temper tantrums were not so good for her appearance. A content little smile crossed her face when she finished and Adalia took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She knew that she would receive a note in the mail the next morning from her mother apologizing for her slip-up with a few galleons to buy a dress more appropriate.

With that in mind Adalia swept up off her bench and grabbed a book off her shelf. It was far too quiet in that room seeing as she was alone. After her little confrontation Adalia wanted noise and chatter in the background while she read. The common room was of course her first choice but when she went in she found there was nowhere to sit. A Thursday afternoon everyone was bent over their homework taking up every single chair in the elegantly decorated room. Of course Adalia would never hesitate – that would show indecisiveness and weakness so she just continued on through the room.

Adalia climbed many steps of stairs and sneered at many groups of giggling freaks along the way but a few minutes later she pushed open the library doors with flourish and dropped herself into a seat at an empty table by a window. Looking out she saw the Hufflepuff quidditch team practicing out on the pitch with their fourth year captain. She giggled as the freak of nature twin who never shut up yet didn’t ever formulate proper sentences whacked a ball at the blond who was always blushing and mom died in the Diagon attack this summer and she missed. The girl went chasing all the way off to the left looking frazzled and surprise surprise – blushing. You would think by seventh year she would have grown out of that.

((I was talking to Hannah as I wrote this and she said it was ok to use her character but asked that nobody else does without asking her first if you guys chose to watch the scene too )

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Sitting in the dorm was OK if you had something to do but sitting in silence thats a different matter . It had just gone midday and i was getting really bored so i decided to walk round the school , it not the most fun you could have but its better then being alone in the quiet dorm . I had just got to the marble staircase when i thought it would be more fun to go and read up on some new spells that i could show off later.So i started to library i past a group of 5th year slytherins on the way but they were going back to the common room it took me 20 minutes to get there i walked straight up to the doors a heaved them open . I stood in the door way for about 30 seconds amazed by how many packed book shelves there were then made my way over to nearest book shelf and started reading the names on my way round the jungle of book shelves looking for a book that would have any cool spells in it . All of a sudden a huge book with a weird title court my eye and a walked up to the book and tried again to read the title but i couldn't make out the words so i slid the book from the shelf and saw there was a picture of a wand with the words '' To be a magical prankster '' coming out the end of the wand . I had a book now some-where to sit and read it i walked round looking for a seat when i saw a girl sitting by her self and i thought to myself that this could be a good time to make a friend so i plucked up the courage and walk over to the table where she was sitting and asked ''If i could sit hear ''.

[Adalia St John S5]

((Sorry about this Mitch – nothing personal Adalia just really isn’t friendly. Feel free to be a cruel Slythie back if that’s in his character ))

Adalia looked up from her book as a boy approached her. She didn’t know his name exactly but recognized him from class as the Colins boy. Though she had never meet him personally she knew every good family from studying them with her mother. Adalia’s mother had trained her to be the perfect pureblood princess. And Adalia was a princess. “If you could sit here what?” Adalia asked with a cruel smirk assuming he meant to ask if he could sit there. She wouldn’t just grant him permission though his family name did grant him the right to sit at the same table as she that does not mean she has to be civil until he earns it personally. Plus, what kind of pureblood asks? If you want something just reach out and take it – deal with the legalities later. It’s easier to compensate than ask permission. And of course the St. John family had more than enough money and influence to compensate for anything she did and anybody she offended. If he just sat she wouldn’t do anything to stop him but fact was she wasn’t going to grant anyone permission to sit with her – especially if they did not ask properly.

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he was desperate to start reading his book he asked again but this time he added a please. He stood there just after he'd asked wondering what kind of spells would in a book like the one he was holding.He started thinking she'd say no but he told him self that if she did he'd just sit down any way.

[Adalia St John S5]

((Mitch, I’m not sure how you asked but I am assuming that you repeated “If I could” rather than “May I” because of how it is phrased. So that is why Adalia is reacting like this )

“If you could sit, please? Are you serious? If you could sit what? You would buy me a gift? Well flattered as I am you cannot buy your way into my good graces. Especially if you speak like a Gryffindor.” Adalia said to the boy with a cocked eyebrow before going back to her book. She really did wonder where this boy came from – the name was good but the attitude slightly lacking. What kind of Slytherin asked please? What made the hat think he was worthy of her house? And it was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, her house. Adalia had been raised a Slytherin. Never had anyone so much as entertained the thought that she would go into any other house. Adalia’s mother had begun Adalia’s education when she was five, training her in the ways of a perfect pureblood princess. She knew about the good families, she knew the beginnings of magic (she had even been trained with a wand illegally though not much more than simple spells), and she knew just how to behave – as if she was better than everybody else – because she is.

Although Adalia had came to the library for the sound of voices to drown out her thoughts – unlike how it was in the dorm where she would have to put up her indignity at her mother’s assumption that she could tell Adalia what to wear – it was a little too noisy in there to concentrate. Madam Pince was running around shushing people but they just didn’t seem to stop. Or perhaps it was annoyance at having somebody standing over her that made Adalia so aware of her surroundings – Madam Pince shushed people all the time anyways. Whether the noise level was actual or imagined it was beginning to get on Adalia’s nerves. With a sigh she closed her book again and turned her chair so she was facing to the window watching the Quidditch Pitch with the back of her chair resting on the table.

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Mitch saw the girl turn he chair so he took that as a no but he didn't care he walked to the other end of the table and sat down but still keeping one eye on the girl as he opened his book and began reading.
Every now and then would look up from his book just to seeif the girl had seen him he didn't realy want to make an enermy in his own house.

[Seth Wright]

((sorry I took so long!))

Zachary rubbed his eyes tiredly, glancing around the empty Slytherin common room. Had he fallen asleep? That was odd. Usually, Zachary had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, even at night when he was supposed to. He sighed and stood, pausing to straighten his robes. They were wrinkled a bit, and his hair could use some serious combing. Shrugging to himself, he stumbled into the boys' dormitory and over to his four-poster bed, yanking open the lid of his trunk. The inside was a mess. There were shirts and robes strewn all over it, and some on his bed. There was no sock with a match and his toiletries were everywhere. He sighed again. It definitely needed some tidying up. If his mum were here, she would have had a fit. Zachary picked up some shirt and set them on the bed, snatching up the top one and folding it clumsily. He wasn't so good at cleaning or folding, but it would have to do.

It seemed like ages he'd been folding clothes, and Zachary decided it was enough. His mum wasn't there, and he really didn't care about his bloody trousers just then. Rising from the crouched position he'd been in for half an hour, he stretched, pulled his robes straight, and grabbed a comb. His hair was easy enough to comb through, and Zachary was finished in no time. He shuffled out of the dormitory, glancing around the common room. It was still empty. Not wanting to be left alone in the big room, Zachary thought of going to the library. There were always people in there, even if he never talked to them. Maybe Ingrid or Mitch would be there doing homework or something. He was ready to sit with Ariane if it came down to it.

The hallways were nearly empty, so his trip to the library went much quicker than usual. Most of the tables were taken, but he paid them no mind. There was a table in the back with two Slytherins at it, and he fully intended to sit there. He walked determinedly toward it, looking at both occupants. Mitch was there, as was the St. John girl. From what he had seen of her, she didn't seem much better than Ariane, but Zachary would have to deal with it if he wanted a place to sit. He cleared his throat, stopping right in front of the two. "May I sit here?" The question was directed mainly at Adalia. Like with Ariane, he had to be on his best manners around this girl in order to make at least half of a good impression.

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Mitch could have cried with laughter because of what Zachary had just done was the same thing Mitch did and that was the wrong thing Mitch sighed then whispered to Zachary '' that was the wrong thing to do , you should of sat straight away she gets really stressed if you ask ''.
Mitch then added '' i saw u asleep in the common room but didn't know whether to wake u or not so i came here ''.

( i know it's short sorry )

[Adalia St John S5]

Finally the Colins boy stopped hovering when Adalia turned around. Perhaps he was like a dog – those that are too scared to do anything when you are watching so you have to turn away for them to perform any tasks. He started reading – imagine that he could read – when the Grey boy showed up too. She rolled her eyes as he requested to sit down and turned her chair back so she was sitting at the table once more. What was with these boys? Had they been raised with no pride? She giggled at Mitch ‘s response as he answered before she got the chance to. “I do not get at all stressed. Do you attend this school? If so then I really have no say where you sit or no. If not then get off the property. No real drama there, so what is the point to asking for permission? Have you already forgotten what it means to be Slytherin? You obviously were not placed in Gryffindor for a reason… Though what reason I cannot hope to imagine.” She added with a smirk. It was true she had yet to see Slytherin behaviour out of either of them but the year was still young so they still had some time to prove themselves. Though Adalia was not well known for her patience…

[Seth Wright]

"Well, excuse me for minding my manners. Can't help if I've had them beaten into me, you know." Zachary retorted, scowling. He was liking Adalia less and less. "And I'm a Slytherin just the same as you, so shut it." Slamming himself into a chair, he glared at the girl, eyes narrowed. She was very full of hersels, wasn't she? Just like Ariane. He sighed to himself. That was what Zachary had been afraid of. And who did she think she was, anyway? Criticizing his right to be in Slytherin. What nerve. If anyone should be criticized, Zachary thought, it was Adalia. She was so stuck-up. She thought she was special, just because her family had money. Well, his family had money as well, didn't they? Twenty-two generations of pure blood ought to be enough. She wasn't any better than he was, no matter what her mummy said. The only difference was that Adalia had been told all her life she was a princess, and Zachary had been told he was a nothing.

[Xanthe Rothwell S4]

Xanthe allowed her confident strides to relax into a walk that was more elegant than the slightly domineering stride, if less capable of showing her superiority. The castle was getting colder as the months drew on, the effort of heating it properly evidently far too much to ask from a set of staff that left the maintenance of their teaching environment almost entirely down to house elves (mindless things that were, admittedly, useful, but as the state of the castle proved should never be left anything more than menial tasks), and so Xanthe was wearing one of her black silk cloaks with a cashmere lining. It lent her a little extra warmth without being a coarse fabric. It wouldn't do to be shivering, nor sweating of course - no, it was necessary to dress sensibly to meet the challenges set by the changing weather of the seasons, but still to look perfect.

The direction of Xanthe's travel was in fact the library. It being Thursday, she had no work for the next day as it had all been completed, and the couple of large essays she had to do she had no inclination to make a start on now. So Thursday was, at least this week, a rather lazy period of leisure, and, having found nobody entertaining or worthy of her conversation in a year she would actually consider conversing with in the common room, she was attempting to fill her afternoon by another route. She could take a few books away with her, yes, so that would be helpful for her work, and with any luck there would be someone else in there worth talking to.

The library was quiet, but yet still buzzing with the quiet hum of restrained voices. Madam Pince stared disapprovingly down her glasses at Xanthe as the doors of the library shut, both with a small bang. Xanthe wasn't one for softening the effect of her arrival - it was up to other people to cope with it. She returned the gaze coolly, looking away after a while as she moved towards the section of books on Potions. Professor Snape did after all set challenging assignments and she had no intention of allowing her grades to slip in any way when she could easily avoid it with the aid of a textbook. She could easily meet the challenge of holding the stare of a librarian, but she had far more important things to do and of course a mere librarian was simply not worth her time.

A suitable looking Potions textbook selected, Xanthe took a stroll around the library for the purpose of finding somewhere to sit. So many idiots from Gryffindor seemed to use the library! They, and all the other filth of this school, should really be confined to their common rooms and the inferior Student Lounge. They weren't good enough for the library environment - that should be an exclusively Slytherin area. Of course, those that didn't have the right blood to be here shouldn't even be at the school. Xanthe changed her course as she finally noticed a table that wasn't occupied by imbeciles (at least not entirely occupied, since she couldn't vouch for the worthiness of the boys sitting at it, although they had at least been sorted into Slytherin which indicated some merit). She raised her eyebrows a fraction as she caught the last few words of the Grey boy's speech falling into the air. That would be where they would stay, as well, since she was certain Adalia St. John (with whom she shared a dormitory, since the school was not generous enough to provide those who deserved them with private rooms) would not allow them to impact. As she neared she nodded to the other Slytherin girl, the acknowledgement "Adalia," issuing from her lips. The other two occupants of the table received a nod - the worthy bloodlines deserved them at least until she had established their characters. Taking a seat a little to the left of Adalia, her deep violet skirt with its velvety lushness carefully considered as she sat down, Xanthe offered all the allusion to her having just arrived she had the intention of giving: "I do hope I shan't be imposing upon anything important." Xanthe regarded the Grey boy calmly, commenting on the last words she had caught from him: "It isn't being a Slytherin that will make you worthy; one must prove themselves worthy or indeed transcendant of the house. Expressing yourself appropriately may well help."

((Sorry for taking so long - I shall attempt to do better but Xanthe humours me rarely.))

[Adalia St John S5]

Adalia cocked her eyebrow as the boy dared challenge her. He obviously had a ways to go before he would understand how things worked there. She smirked at him as the retort formed in her mind even as he continued to dig his grave. Her reply was stalled though as Xanthe showed up. She greeted the group and took a seat before Adalia gave her a court nod “Xanthe” she said before turning back to Zachary. “No, nothing important at all, Xanthe. And… Zachary… Keep dreaming. You will never be same as me. Granted it is a good thing to strive for and I wish you all the luck in the world. But don’t think you will ever attain perfection.” Adalia said with no hint of humour either in her voice or on her face.

[Seth Wright]

Zachary clenched his fist under the table, glaring at both girls. "I don't have to prove anything to either of you, you bleeding cow." He leaned back in his chair and pulled a book from his bag, cracking it open to some random page. Girls--they were so annoying. they thought they knew everything, especially the girls in Sltherin. Well, maybe Pandora was an exception. She wasn't quite so full of herself, nor did she think she was all-knowning. But between Adalia, Ariane, and Xanthe, Zachary wasn't quite sure how he'd ever get by. They were irritating to no end, that was for sure. Turning to Adalia, he retorted, "I think I'd kill myself if I turned out like you. You're horrible."

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Mitch thought it looked like the girls were about to gang up on Zachary so he slipped him some friendly advise '' stop while your a head , or this could get nasty '' he looked at the two Slytherin girls and added '' if it takes a turn for the worst I'll take the one on the left '' he smile at his own joke then sat up straight in his seat and began reading again .

((sorry its so short i had to rush it ))

[Adalia St John S5]

Adalia literally laughed out loud as the Grey boy called either her or Xanthe, she wasn’t sure which if not both, a “bleeding cow”. When he had finished with his asinine comments attempting to pass for insults the Colin’s boy threw in his two knuts which only amused her further. “Now, now, Deary. I know perfection is difficult to attain but let us not speak out of envy. Though, if throwing juvenile muggle attacks as Xanthe and I, and attempting to convince yourself you don't want to be like me helps you sleep at night why not allow you to retain your delusions. For now at least. Soon enough this world, this house, will rip you from your fantasies anyways – and let no man say I am not compassionate – I shall let you hold your comforts for now.” She said smirking at him in a very condescending manor.

Next she turned to the Colins boy. “And you… You honestly expect us to attack like this is some muggle brawl? Honestly – do you know nothing about our house? Just because he stooped so low as to throw out a muggle insult does not by any means mean that we will drop ourselves down to such a filthy level. Only those with no self respect would turn to muggle tactics.” She finished with a pointed glare at Zachary before lifting Mitch’s book out of his hands and flipping through it making no effort to save the page.

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Mitch sent a evil look in Adalia's direction as he had just looked as his book a noticed that she had lost his page and he had no idea of which page he was on.
Mitch kept his evil eyes on Adalia then he said ''"I know you think the world revolves around you but that does not mean I want to read the page you chose. Honestly ,you are going to re-find my page for me you know" Mitch still hadn't looked away and it didn't look like he ever was .
Mitch noticed that she hadn't moved so he added '' I do want to read that page today , so you better find it '' Mitch could have burnt the table with the fire in his eyes as he waited for her to do something .

[Seth Wright]

Zachary glared at the girl, but managed to silence himself. It was no use fighting Adalia. She was so conceited that insult simply bounced off of her. It annoyed him greatly, but he wasn't about to turn to "muggle" tactics to solve things. He was a pureblood just the same as her, and a Slytherin. He could find a way to get back at her if he thought hard enough. All he had to do was think of something--something sneaky. Smiling at her, he held out his hand and said politely, "I don't think we were ever properly introduced. I'm Zacharias Nathaniel Grey."

((Sorry it's so short, but I have loads of homework right now))

[Adalia St John S5]

Adalia smirked at Mitch as he threatened her saying she would have to find his page. “Sure, of course.” Adalia said with a smirk knowing she wouldn’t bother. She continued flipping through the book as Zachary introduced himself. She looked up and gave him a small smile before looking down again, “Adalia Claire Rene Gabrielle St. John.” She said before closing Mitch’s book and placing it down in front of him with the bookmark simply resting on top.

Adalia then stood up leaving the three at the table as she searched up the potion’s aisles before grabbing down a book. She was likely only away from the table about two minutes and she sat down again in her former seat. “So…” she said not used to people giving up on the argument so quickly. She didn’t know quite where to go from there in the conversation.