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[notmerlot]

Name(s): Callo Merlose/notmerlot, Richter Belmont/grand_cross
Location: History of Magic classroom
Day: day 23-ish
Time: Afternoon!
Rating: T for Teen, because you never know what people missing earlobes might do

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[grand_cross]

The Ravenclaw in Richter had certainly come out when he went trekking through the library in search of proper material for Ancient Runes and wound up finding history instead. He, of course, dealt with Ancient Runes, but he could not help himself from snagging the books on history as well.

Consequently, he wanted an opinion from the resident History of Magic professor.

He arrived no sooner than when the current class began to filter out of the room, and with the books tucked under his arm, slipped through the floodgates.

"Not too terribly busy, are you Professor?" Richter inquired with a vaguely amused grin as he approached.

[notmerlot]

Callo looked up and smiled. She set the parchment aside and laid down her quill.

"Never too busy for a student." With a wry grin, she added, "Besides, if you keep me too long, I'm sure I can just have you grade the quizzes."

There was a twinkle in her eye that suggested she wasn't being entirely serious. She had all ready noticed the books under his arm.

Callo tilted her head, the two breads on each side of her face shifting as she moved. "Is this a question about research?"

[grand_cross]

"I think Temari would have my hide if she found me grading quizzes rather than perfecting my technique in Quidditch," Richter countered light-heartedly.

Stepping up to Callo's desk, he set the two books down on a clean edge of her desk with the spines facing her. "Not quite. I found some interesting texts on invented spells- how and why they were made and such, and I know how you love to dig through biased books," said he, tapping his fingertips on the cover of one book.

"And these seemed incredibly so when I was thumbing through them."

[notmerlot]

She smiled dryly again. "Well, I wouldn't want the Ravenclaw team to be in danger of losing. Perhaps some other time."

She lifted one of the books, peering at both the title and author, then flipping through the first few pages for publishing dates. She leafed through the top book for a moment before nodding. "Definitely biased sources. You almost have to love the wizards who wrote all this down. How people could be so willfully blind to their own motives and the possible uses of their spells..."

Her tone shifted, became disapproving. While she loved to peer into the motives of others, and how their actions betrayed those ideas, she had always disliked blindness. In her opinion, one had to see the world clearly, or else one hadn't seen it at all.

"If I may ask, how far into these did you read? What was the most interesting account you found?" She peered at a few more pages, helpless against curiosity. She smiled as she found an inked note on one of the pages, a wry comment by a student from years past.