Working in the library (for anyone)

[queen_c_tm]

Cordelia hates the library. Too many books, too many people all sitting around being way too quiet. All that low whispering and page-flipping drives her up the wall

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[the_calcium_tm]

A flustered, red-eared and disheveled Hufflepuff fourth year plops in the chair next to her with three thick tomes and a pleading look on his face. "D'you know anything about Arithmancy? Specifically the dominant planets of the Chaldean magi?"

There's a look of desperate hope on his face that would be particularly endearing if for the fact he wasn't clutching her robes with a sort of manic frustration.

[queen_c_tm]

Cordelia looks down at his hand gripping her robes with a slight scowl, then back at him. She doesn't usually talk to younger boys, but she's bored and maybe he'll be able to help her. Besides, she's pretty sure he's a Quiddich player, so that makes him slightly less of a loser.

"Maybe." She took Arithmancy last year and wasn't half-bad at it. "Do you know anything abouat dragon's blood?"

Asking a fourth year for help on her Potions homework. She's officially reached a new low. But she still has four inches to write and she's out of ideas.

[the_calcium_tm]

This incredible loook of relief passes over his face. "Yes. Yes, how many of its uses have you written about so far?"

Potions is something -- one of a few somethings -- Jimmy can do well.

[queen_c_tm]

"I don't know, ten?" She unrolls her parchment some more and frowns down at it. "But I think I might have mentioned baldness twice. I know more," she adds defensively. "But we're only supposed to write about the regenerative potions in this. I only have four inches left."

The writing is in a girly, flowing script, and slightly bigger than normal. A good trick to take up more room faster.