[Open RP, Library] Research first

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer had gotten free from the Sorting Room and, with the discovery of the house elves, he had set up his room in Ravenclaw according to his exacting desires. His next stop, quite naturally, was to visit the library

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[joachim_armster]

Joachim had likewise availed himself of the Hogwarts library's resources, in search of more knowledge about a particular obscure branch of wizarding lore. Being telepathic and having no ability to simply turn it 'off', others' thoughts were often responsible for such quests through the library, whenever he overheard especially interesting thoughts and wished to better understand them. There were few better ways to spend his time, now that Batiatus had been roped into the Sorting Hat's nefarious schemes which apparently didn't require Joachim in any capacity. Which was fine; he'd find other ways to occupy himself. He wasn't childishly disgruntled over his would-be new pal going off and doing things that didn't include him. Of course not. That would be ridiculousStupid Romans

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer looked up from the book he was currently thumbing through (a slim field guide of various magical plants, heavily illustrated with rather interesting pictures--he'd stopped on a page that showed a man in throes of agony induced, apparently, by oils in the plant's leaves that burned the skin. In any case, predictably enough, the expression on the man's suffering face had caught Drosselmeyer's eye) and gave Joachim a good look in return. "Hello yourself. Another one of this school's stranded souls, I presume?"

Joachim hadn't greeted him with "Be quiet in the library!", so Drosselmeyer assumed that wasn't his reason for saying hello. Probably, he figured, the man wanted a specific book and Drosselmeyer was blocking the aisle, but he wasn't going to stand on common courtesy and simply offer to move out of the way. He'd make the stranger ask for it.

[chinasorrows]

China Sorrows stood within an isle, her hand holding a thick volume up to the bookcase, and without the use of hands, the book lifted up out of her grasp and up the vast bookcase to shuffle its binding into an empty slot. She was about to return a second, more thinner volume, when Drosselmeyer stepped passed the isle, mutter things, some of which she caught and could not help smiling. She waved at the charming man, "Oh, hello Mr. Drosselmeyer

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer looked up and smiled, tipping his hat. "Ah, my dear Miss Sorrows, it's a pleasure to see you again." Such a lovely name, that--like Rue. "It seems we're both getting settled into our new roles."

He waved at hand at the quill and notepad as they emerged from the shadows. "Getting a start on your schooling?"

[chinasorrows]

China chuckled; she couldn't remember the last time she showed any joy in meeting someone, perhaps the last of her mirth had been sucked dry by the episode involving Apos: who knew, but it was a relief, even a relish, to know it had come back. As China become more illuminated, it was easier to see that she was wearing black Slytherin robes over an ivory summer dress, the green shield behind the silver snake, that was the insignia of Slytherin, was emblazoned on her left breast

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer nodded vigorously. "Quite right. Our minds think alike--it's always best to inform oneself as much as possible."

He leaned closer, squinting a bit as he examined the wand. "I shall have to pay a visit to this Mr. Wednesday. I'm sure a wand would be most beneficial--as I can't rely on my natural talents in this place. Most unfortunate, but I'm sure I'll manage."

Drosselmeyer smiled to himself at the mentioned of the peacock feather. It did seem to suit her so very well. He would certainly have to keep it in mind as a motif.

[journal_aigis]

Like Drosselmeyer, Aigis thought the best way to figure out this new world was to read about it.

Or rather, she would, if he'd just be quiet.

"I believe you're supposed to be quiet in a library."

[tragitragedy]

Drosselmeyer tapped his chin, nodding thoughtfully. "Yes, I do believe I've heard the same thing, many times before." Not that he'd been scolded for making such a disturbance in quite a while, but he had rather enjoyed watching that descendant of his terrorizing other, less-silent patrons of the library. Drosselmeyer heaved a mournful sigh as he continued, "Unfortunately, I can't."

Can't make life convenient for anyone, that is, because that would simply be too boring.

[journal_aigis]

"And why not?" Aigis asked, glaring. "It would be courteous to the other patrons of the library."

[tragitragedy]

"Precisely." The glare only encouraged him, so Drosselmeyer grabbed a book at random and began to leaf through the pages.