Studying... is a bore

[versnowa]

Carrying his Transfiguration textbook and his equally heavy file of notes Robin walked from the Gryffindor common room to the library, humming a tune under his breath, though he was hardly in a good mood. In fact he was feeling rather irritable, and had it not been that he must study and finish off some Transfiguration essays for Professor McGonagall he would have put off his studying till later. But then that was typical Robin – leaving his work till the last possible minute was a habit he had never managed to get rid of even after seven years at Hogwarts.

Robin entered the library and stopped humming, looked at the clock and sighed. “It’s so quiet in here,” he thought, almost resentfully. He looked at the students poring over their work, studying so very diligently, and once again he sighed. He found a seat as far away from Madam Pince as he could and opened his textbook. He started reading, and soon he had finished reading the first page. He turned the page and then looked up and stared into space. “It’s such a lovely day, and I have to sit cooped up in here when there’s so much I could do outside,” he thought.

Soon Robin had read quite a bit of the chapter he was studying when he came to a part he couldn't remember from last year. Robin looked around for a sixth year to help him. He soon saw a familiar blonde head bent over a book. "Might as well ask her if I want to get this finished," he thought. The seat beside Dorian Strathclyde was empty, so Robin went over and sat beside her. Then, noticing that she wasn't aware of his arrival, he smiled cheekily to himself and slid his hand onto her textbook and waited for her to look at him. "Sorry for interrupting you," he said with a smile, "but could you help me? I'm trying to understand how we transfigured those hamsters last year into scarves." Robin had been reading about animal transfigurations and there were several parts he couldn’t remember from last year. He hoped Dorian would help as he couldn't stand sitting in the library for a long time.

((Dorian needs to reply first please.))

[casey]

Dorian woke early that morning, she had a lot of work to today and she needed a quiet place to study. The Ravenclaw common room was too crowded, too many voices trying to speak at the same time. She stuffed her hair in an askew bun and then grabbed her books off of the table and left the common room. She took the few flights to the library, the only place quiet she could think of at that particular moment.

Dorian greeted Madam Pince and then found a secluded spot near the rear, away from most of the people there. She flipped open her Potions book and began to read. Dorian read for the better part of an hour before finishing the book and moving on to Herbology. She was making notes, sticking her quill in her mouth from time to time as she thought. She was deep into her Herbology book when a hand came down in front of it.

She looked up at the boy seated next to her; she had not even noticed him approach. Dorian recognized him, “Robin, I was studying,” she said to him with a smile. She had gone shopping with Robin before school started but hadn’t seen him since. “What do you need help with?” she asked looking at the book. Dorian thought about his question, “Ummm, we used Transfigurus rodentus, it works on mice and hamsters since they are of the same genome,” she said with a smile. “Is that it? Is that what you wanted?” she gave him a smile. It was the blessing of Ravenclaws, they studied hard and remembered well all they learned.

[versnowa]

Robin snapped his fingers together and clapped one hand to his forehead. “Of course,” he said. “Now I remember,” he said, jotting down the incantation in the margin of his book. “McGonagall’s giving us hell this year. Says it’s our last year at Hogwarts and her last chance to teach us something before we leave. Can you believe she’s been teaching here for forty years?” said Robin. “Right then, that’s enough interruption. Thanks for the help,” he said, flashing Dorian his boyish grin.

Robin’s eyes wandered to Dorian’s book before he left. “Oh, you’re studying Herbology. I remember that list we had to learn of plants used in antidotes, it was extremely long and tedious to learn off by heart,” said Robin, almost wincing at the memory. "A friend showed me a way to make sure you didn’t forget any of them." He pulled a piece of parchment and scribbled down the first letter of each plant. “Look,” he said, and then next to each plant he wrote the first letter, then a single word starting with that letters, then all the words formed the sentence: The Sorting Ceremony Takes Place Every Year. He looked back up at Dorian. "Do you like Herbology?" he asked, knowing she probably needed to study but also guessing that she was probably finishing off the weekend's homework whereas he had to finish his essay for tomorrow.