"--And this is our Library. At Hogwarts, all of these books will aid you in your quest for knowledge. It is my understanding that you enjoy recreational reading
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"Excuse me, but weren't you just in the library a second ago?"
Hermione had seen him walking in with an older man, who she assumed was his father, and McGonagall; she had been leaving the library herself, carrying several books for a little extra reading before exams the next week.
"If you're on a tour of the castle, you really don't want to miss the library - it's a bit of a maze if you're not used to it."
Devon had not automatically assumed the gryffindor girl was speaking to him. In the hours since he'd arrived at Hogwarts, the other students had treated him like a particularly spirited hipogryff; they gawked, but dared not inch close enough for contact. When no one had answered her inquiry, it dawned on Devon that the girl must've been addressing him. His eyes widened slightly. It had taken every bit of his practiced self control to conceal the surprise in his face, and even after that he only managed to look intensely serious.
"Oh, I--" Devon cleared his throat, his midnight blue eyes darting down to his trainers before returning to her gaze. Tactfully, he replayed her words in his head to make sure he'd heard her correctly before answering, "Yes, I took note of that. Thank you, miss--?"
Displaying his mother's manners, Devon extended a hand.
If she'd been alive, Kathleen Harris would've been proud.
He seemed a bit socially awkward, what with the long pause and vacant stare before he finally spoke, but she ignored that part.
"Granger," she responded as she shifted the books in her arms and managed to free most of her fingers to shake his hand. "Hermione Granger. Fourth year, Gryffindor. And you are...?"
Devon apprehensively watched as she (barely) managed her large load of books, but he couldn't quite bring himself to offer her his help. This Hermione, as he'd just learned, seemed like a no nonsense girl. This probably wasn't her first time checking out that many books from the library. After breifly weighing it over in his head, Devon decided Hermione Granger could take care of herself.
"Devon Harris," he said, dropping his hand to return it to the pocket of his slacks, "I'm.."
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Hermione had seen him walking in with an older man, who she assumed was his father, and McGonagall; she had been leaving the library herself, carrying several books for a little extra reading before exams the next week.
"If you're on a tour of the castle, you really don't want to miss the library - it's a bit of a maze if you're not used to it."
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"Oh, I--" Devon cleared his throat, his midnight blue eyes darting down to his trainers before returning to her gaze. Tactfully, he replayed her words in his head to make sure he'd heard her correctly before answering, "Yes, I took note of that. Thank you, miss--?"
Displaying his mother's manners, Devon extended a hand.
If she'd been alive, Kathleen Harris would've been proud.
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"Granger," she responded as she shifted the books in her arms and managed to free most of her fingers to shake his hand. "Hermione Granger. Fourth year, Gryffindor. And you are...?"
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"Devon Harris," he said, dropping his hand to return it to the pocket of his slacks, "I'm.."
Home-Schooled?
Not used to other students?
Only here because my mother die?
"new."
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