RP: Making Room

[rar_ginny]

Date: Tuesday, 7 May 1999 | Afternoon
Characters: Ginny Weasley, anyone else?
Location: Hogwarts Library
Status: Public
Summary: Ginny tries to study in the library.
Completion: Complete

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[rar_shelby]

Ravenclaws were not at their best near exam times. That went doubly so when it was a big one, like OWLs or NEWTs. Shelby had to get out of the common room before another student hyperventilated or broke down crying. She found a fairly quiet spot in the library and was settling in to work on her Muggle Studies (really, how on earth did they just trust that electricity worked? It was mad), when she saw Ginny Weasley across the way.

Shelby wasn't one for apologizing on a good day, much less during this incredibly stressful time of year, but given that Ginny's comments had helped her article, and since she was related to a lot of people Shelby might need as sources, she thought some sort of olive branch neccessary.

She moved over to Ginny's table and stood, fidgeting. Now that she was here, she hadn't the faintest what to say.

[rar_ginny]

Ginny vaguely heard someone shuffling nearby, and then it sounded as though that someone had stopped near her table. Curiosity won out and she pulled her head up from her Charms book and was surprised to see Shelby standing nearby. She wasn't speaking, so Ginny wasn't entirely sure what she needed or wanted.

"Hey, Shelby," she said, trying not to sound as exhausted as she felt. "What's new?"

[rar_shelby]

Shelby shrugged. She sat in the chair across from Ginny. "What are you working on?" She figured she best ease her way in, else she'd what what she did last time, and come across as snippy and snide, of which she'd done neither, but that was a moot point.

[rar_ginny]

It took Ginny a moment to process that Shelby wanted to talk to her. Based on their last conversation, Ginny assumed that Shelby borderline despised her.

She rested her head on her fisted hand and sighed. "Charms," she said. "We had a challenging lesson this morning, and I thought I would look back over it. Professor Flitwick all but said it would be on the written part of the exam."

She half-shrugged. "Do you ever feel like your head just can't hold any more? I feel like I've been studying for months and months. Probably because I have, but today...today I feel like my brain has almost reached its limit."

"What about you? Are you researching or...?"

[rar_sibyll]

Sibyll would never admit to anyone that Dolores Umbridge had presented a good idea, especially when it came to Defense against the Dark Arts. But the Theory on the subject was helpful, as well as the references on wand handling and positioning for theoretically performing the defensive spells. She was tempted to try and contact the former High Inquisitor and see if maybe there were other similar books that would be equally informative

[rar_ginny]

Ginny glanced away from Shelby for a moment because she noticed that Professor Trelawny was standing nearby, but the professor looked confused or lost. Ginny cleared her throat.

"Ummm, Professor Trelawny, can I help you find something?"

[rar_sibyll]

Sibyll blinked at Ginny, wondering if maybe the young lady had popped up like the house-elves usually do. And then glancing around at her surroundings realized that she had wandered through the stacks while looking at the books in her hands. She really had to stop doing that, then again at least this time it was only a few minutes.

"Do you know if there were other books similar to the Theory of Defense as suggested by Ms. Umbridge? I was hoping to expand my knowledge of some of the other areas of studies offered at Hogwarts. If not practical application at the moment." Sibyll grinned a bit, "I was probably in the right section earlier before I went wandering."

[rar_ginny]

Ginny wondered how Professor Trelawny always looked dreamy and as though she were constantly lost amid her own thoughts--what she would give to hear the professor's thoughts.

At the mention of Dolores Umbridge, Ginny's face fell. "You enjoyed the book she chose?" Ginny asked incredulously. She tried to remember the text that Umbridge had required of them to read instead of their usual practical application, but she couldn't. All she could remember was loathing the teacher and the class. "I suppose it might have been passable for a text, but I'm sure there are far better resources. I hardly think Ms. Umbridge's choices are above par," she said honestly. She didn't feel the need to show respect for Umbridge--it would have been a complete lie.