-3- A Strange Inconvenience

[her_my_o_nee]

[Voice Post]

...Skates? Where did these come from? I don't recall having any.

[sound of her struggling to get them off]

Ron? Did you do this? That boy, I swear...

[more struggling, then a sigh of defeat]

Well, it's not too bothersome. I guess there are some advantages to being Muggle-born. I still plan to go to the library soon.

[/Voice Post

Comments

[halfblooded_git]

Just remember to stay out of my way, Ms. Granger. I've got possession of the southwest reading room on the second floor.

[her_my_o_nee]

I'll be sure to avoid that area then.

[halfblooded_git]

See that you do.

Insufferable know-it-all..

[her_my_o_nee]

Of course. Insufferable git.

[1stlibrarian]

I believe this is a curse. Most of the people today are wearing the skates. And shoving people around.

Ah, if you need any assistance in the library, please do not hesitate to call on me. I am Lucien, I work in the library.

[her_my_o_nee]

A curse? I've not heard of any curse that places skates on everyone's shoes. Ah, but I suppose that it partially the reason for my venture to the library. This City is quite...interesting.

Hermione Granger. Most appreciated, Mr. Lucien.

[1stlibrarian]

Yes, this curse is a first. For me, as well...

Indeed. And so is the library. For one, it will never exactly give you the book you want right away. But if you think around it, or look very hard enough, you will stumble upon what you need. It is almost as if the library is a sentient being itself...

Then I shall be looking forward to seeing you here, Miss Granger.

[her_my_o_nee]

Living books. Great. This will certainly be an adventure.

voice reply;

[the_wheezy]

I didn't do-- WHOA! [stumble, slip, thwap]

Okay. Hold on... Got it.

What's the point--?
Oh, oh.. Don't got it!

[bang.]

voice reply;

[her_my_o_nee]

Oh, really Ron.

[sigh]

How difficult can it really be?

Re: voice reply;

[the_wheezy]

Difficult enough!

'Skates' aren't really a wizarding sort of thing, Hermione... I've never--

Dammit! I think my nose's bleeding.

voice reply;

[her_my_o_nee]

No, I suppose not.

[sighs once more! kinda resisting the urge to laugh?]

Where are you, Ron?