Without Enthusiasm ((Baz))

[madamjoan]

Carlin pressed her finger to the spine of the book that sat on the bookshelf, lined up with the rest of them, waiting to be picked up, opened and to be read once again. Carlin’s mind began to wonder as she thought of the life of a book. She knew she was being stupid but the aspect of being open, read, closed over and over again made her shudder. She would hate to have such a repetitive life. Carlin always hoped that something special would happen.

She moved down the bookshelf until she found the selection of books her mother was talking about. They looked frightfully boring. Carlin really should have guessed that any book her mother would suggest, would be one of the most utmost tediousness.

She pulled one out anyway, she couldn’t help having to write back to her mother with a lame excuse why she had not bothered to read the book.

Carlin loved books and she adored reading, there was no doubt about that, but she preferred books with more zest in them than the books currently residing the school library. Boring ones, in other words. With dull, familiar titles written by equally dull, familiar authors.

Carlin flumped the book onto the table and sat down. She observed the age old pages as she flicked through it. This is going to be fun, she thought to herself, looking at the foreword with little enthusiasm.

She wanted to do something more interesting, she couldn’t deny it. She really should have taken her friend’s offer to go to the Quidditch pitch and watch the players practise but it was early in the morning and Carlin’s brain was not working properly.

She did want to do something more fun though. Carlin felt like dumping the book and running around the room screaming something random like ‘radishes’ or something. But she didn’t. Instead, she flicked over the page and began to read on.

Her whole posture was begging for someone to rescue her from her self-imprisoned jail.

[hotfrenchguy]

Sebastian was wandering the corridors, bored as anything. There was seriously nothing to do- usually at this time he’d be outside or something, but it was chucking it down outside and he’d already had a shower that morning. He headed aimlessly towards the library, unsure of why. He never spent time in the library unless he was sketching something or whatever. Usually he was found in the Common Room, Student Lounge, the Grounds- or just anywhere he could play his drums.

Opening the door was a more difficult task than Baz had expected it to be. He’d burnt his finger the day before in Hogwarts, scalding it on hot chocolate. Although it wasn’t bad and he was over-reacting slightly, he still opened the door with his left hand, a hand he rarely used for anything but drumming. Stepping into the Library he cast a look around before heading towards the back decidedly. It was fairly busy- but still not noisy enough for Baz’s taste. He like sound, and lots of it. The moment he sat down in the long, polished oak table he began to tap a random tune onto the table surface, a small melody he’d improvised the day early.

He was still thinking about that day in Hogsmeade, and as he did so a small smile crept upon his face. It had been a good day… Maryn was great, even though she seemed out-of-it- she had a perfectly good reason to.

A flump from nearby alerted Sebastian to the fact that someone was sitting at the previously vacant table. A dark-skinned girl, with a bored expression in her dark eyes. The ‘flump’ had been the huge book she’d dropped onto the table, of which she was no flicking through with the bored expression in her eyes deepening. Baz watched her for a moment before speaking.
“Interesting book, I gather?” He smiled lightly.

[madamjoan]

Carlin began to follow the book's passages slowly, taking in one word at a time, because of her concentration, most people would believe that he was interested, but she wasn't. She was far from being interested.

As far as she could gather, the book was discussing the problem with charming broomsticks in the eighteenth century. Typical, she thought. It was a typical choice for her mother to ask her to read, dull, boring and by the looks of it, completly irrevelant to anything she would ever have to study. She carried on though, thinking mostly about random things than the actual book. Elephants and Frogs came to mind mostly. Why? She had no idea.

The sounds of footsteps filled her ears but she took no notice and continued to read her book, or, think about animals. All of a sudden, a boy's voice spoke beside her.

“Interesting book, I gather?” he said, charmingly. Carlin looked up and recognised his sarcasm. She rolled her eyes sweetly.

"Yeah, I suppose," she sardonically answered back. Continuing their friendly, sarcastic chat. She looked at the boy properly, from his mop of hair to his light brown flickering eyes. She gently beamed and shut her book. A diversion, she thought, thank God!