Come Here Often? ((Stewart))

[sweetspence0365]

Rackety, rackety, thwip, thwip, sniff, sniff, hic, hic. Of all the annoying sounds in the world - the library seemed to be the place to go if you want to hear them. Spencer Wilson could hardly concentrate on her Divination homework, let alone write three scrolls on it! Her eyes traveled up the wall to the light that was hanging from the ceiling above her table in the over populated library. Was it her, or did the place get fuller by the second? Oh, Lords, another small group of first years coming through to study in their little groups. Didn't they think it easier to make noises in their common rooms rather than in a public place? Maybe Spencer was particularly grouchy today, or maybe others were getting just as annoyed by the sounds - but either way she didn't think she could stay in the library much more, rackety, rackety, thwip, thwip, sniff, sniff, hic, hic.

She was right. Spencer gathered her things and placed them in her shoulder-bag as she always did, and then left the library just as another flow of students were coming in. She sighed, exasperated, and pushed through the double doors that led to the corridor. Once outside, she could breathe in fresh air and move about freely without feeling the least bit claustrophobic. She made her way down the hallways toward a row of doors that were classrooms, storage rooms, and or just empty rooms. Maybe here she could get some studying done. Looking over her shoulder, she grasped a knob and turned as she pushed in. It creaked open lightly, but not loud enough to be heard by anyone near by. Her eyes landed on a boy who seemed to be younger than her - doing something. She raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and said clearly; "Come here often?"

[stewart]

He had decided that today he was going to catch up on some extra studying. He already did all his homework, but it was never a wrong time to do a bit of studying, though today he had decided to ready the newspaper, well, muggle newspapers at least. He read the Daily Prophet every morning, but once a week his parents sent him their town news paper, as well as the London papers, one from Dublin, Ireland, another from Paris, France and one from the New York City in the United States of America. One must always keep up on international affairs, even if it did create a rather awkward stack of papers far to heavy to carry easily or see over the top of. He had wanted to start in his dorm room, after all, nothing was better than a lazy afternoon lying in bed with a big pumpkin shake and some cauldron cakes while you read a few dozen papers. This being his first choice he had settled into his bed, just as a few of his house and roommates flooded into the room for a game of something-or-other. Perhaps a different day he would have payed attention or asked to join, but today was paper reading day.

Trying to carry his stakes of newspaper down the stairs. It was all going rather well, or so he through until the third step, well, or what should have been the third step, only he somehow missed it completely, and ended up sliding down the rest of the stairs and down toward the common room, his papers flying in all directions. "Oop, oop, no worries, no harm done!" he called loudly as he pushed himself back up, almost there when he slipped on his Dublin paper and fell back down. "Nasty bruise, but no worries! No harm done!" he called out again, this time staying seated as he pushed the papers away and started to stack what he could reach while still sitting safely on the floor. After he had stacked three papers from New York, his town's weekly paper, two from London, the one from Dublin, and 5 from Paris, the only papers that were in easy reach, he then, with his stack still safely on the floor, rand up and down the stairs to retrieve the rest of his papers, a few of which needed to be put back together. Once all were gathered and reorganized he considered for a minute trying to read int he common room, but deciding there was far to much noise and activity he chose to instead make the long trek to an abandoned class room. Yes, an abandoned classroom would suite just fine, even if it did involve an exhausting long, not to mention dangerous venture through the school. Now, normally it would not have been dangerous, but with many dozens of newspapers, it became quite the challenge.

After a far to long walk he reached a room he thought would be rather suitable, went to open the door, only with the papers to block his view he ran directly into the door, causing him to fall backward and once again sending the stack of papers flying off in all directions. "Oop, oop!" he said more to himself than anyone as he glanced around at the now carpeting of newsprint that covered the hall. He let out a rather frustrated break, and let his face scrunch up in through before he finally twitched his nose, an action which always caused his glasses to slip down and need to be pushed back into their proper place. An idea had hit him and acting on it immediately he pushed himself back into a standing position, and very carefully stepped over the papers and this time properly opened the classroom door and stepped inside before drawing his wand.
"Accio Newspapers!" It was a good idea and a bad decision all at once, as the words barely finished themselves when suddenly all of the papers came flying at him with enough force to knock him back to the ground and cover him completely. Apparently the force had also been great enough to cause the door to slam shut behind. He laid there for a moment, trying to decided the action best appropriate for him next. He hadn't been there long when he heard the door again, and he pushed some of the papers off his face so he could see. It was a girl he knew form his own house, though he knew little else about her, and while she gave him a rather questioning expression also spoke first. "Only when absolutely necessary." he replied, trying to wiggle himself out of the papers enough to stand up.

[sweetspence0365]

Spencer let a smile cross her face as she knelt down to help the boy up. He looked familiar. Maybe he was a Ravenclaw. He had to be. She must've seen him around the common room before. He definitely wasn't in the same year as her, or else she would deifinitely know who he was. But he had to be a Ravenclaw. He had to be. Spencer started to pile up the papers the boy had dropped into a nice and neat pile. She picked it up, set it on the nearest empty desk, and then held out her hand for the boy to grasp and stand up; "Absolutely necessary? Common room too noisy? Library too crowded?" She didn't want to seem to be too nosy, but really - she was just curious. It wasn't every day you stumbled upon a classroom with somoene else in it. Hogwarts was too big of a castle for that to happen too often. Which was sad - one tended to meet new people that way.

"I'm Spencer Wilson by the way, Ravenclaw fifth year. I'm sorry to say I don't know your name, though you would think I would - considering I know just about everyone in my house. And I'm sure you'r ein my house, you have to be - I've seen you in the common room. Unless I've completely been imagining you. But I doubt it. I'm not the type to imagine things and see random people in places, you know? Though I am sure there are people like that out there - I just am not one of them." Spencer smiled and ran her fingers through her hair, wondering if she was speaking a bit too much. She had been told before that she tended to talk too much when she was meeting someone new - or when she was nervous. Of course - she would catch herself now and then, but at times she hadn't any idea when she was speaking too much or not.

She motioned to the stack of papers that she had stacked; "Um, some interesting reading material. What exactly are you doing with them?" Spencer picked one up and opened it slowly, letting her eyes wander over the page at the stories. Nothing of interest caught her eye, so she folded it and placed it back down - wondering what the boy was doing with all of them.

[stewart]

The girl who asked him about how often he came here had a very friendly smile he had to say. Not that he could see it buried under a rather large stack of newspapers with her across the room. It wasn't under after he pushed a few away and she knelt down next to him that he got a clear view of that very friendly smile. She seemed to be a rather nice person as well, as she started to gather up his papers and stack them neatly. He helped where he could, trying to sit up, thought that proved to cause only further disaster as it sent the papers, which had moments before been balancing on his chest, sliding down to his lap and off to the side. “Oop, oop” he said more to himself than the girl as he tried to gather them out with out loosing to many of the middle pages. They had a habit of slipping out right when he was picking up the stack. Once the papers were gathered, she offered him a hand, which he accepted and he carefully rose to his feet so not to slip again and pull her down with him. Such an incident had occurred the last time someone had offered to help him up, and it seemed to routine the rather friendly moment.

“Spencer Wilson” he repeated. The name sounded slightly familiar, and she confirmed his thoughts when she told him she was also a Ravenclaw. “Oh no, you haven’t imagined anything at all, and no worries about that name thing. Lots of students here don’t know my name, so its far from something to be concerned about. Any-who, I’m Stewart Marshall Fritz, but lots of people just call me Stew or Stewie or something. Don’t blame them, who really wants to say Stewart all the time? I’m getting a bit ahead of myself thought aren’t I? Your not imagining anything, nope, because you were right about the house. I’m a Raven, on my third year now, so that means you’re a few a head of me. Been a rather good time though hasn’t it? Well, not sure about yourself, but at least it has been for me. Was a muggle born prior, so all this has been rather exciting!”

Trying to make himself comfortable, he reached a hand out to the nearby desk, which happened to be the one where Spencer had neatly stacked his papers. Now, he didn’t mean to, certainly not, but somehow his hand just landed wrong, and it seemed that he hit the stack just right. It didn’t topple over quickly and make a loud thud on the floor, instead it leaned to the side. Leaning isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the stack leaned just a bit too far, and the top few newspapers slipped off the top and slid once again to the floor. “Oop! Oop!” he said, leaning over immediately and trying to gather up the fallen papers, glancing up on occasion towards Spencer. “Pardon? Oh! Oh! You mean the papers! Yes, yes, well there just newspapers from the week from a few places. There is the paper form where I’m from, and then just a few major cities. I like to keep up on international affairs. You never know when it may come in handy. So they serve as a bit of weekend reading. Rather entertaining really, but then I’ve always liked newspapers. What about yourself? Any fond feelings for newspapers?” His stack finally gathered up again he held up the top paper, one from London. He hadn’t looked at them yet, but there was always something interesting and worth reading in the newspaper.