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Post by Athena Bellatrix Sliverfang on Apr 14, 2010 10:25:57 GMT -5
Athena had been walking for a while. She had needing some new books to read for a while. She had already finished her books and had finished her homework very early. She thought the today would be the perfect day to go get some new books to read from a book store in hogmeade, since she loved to read and learn new things. This little fact made her little different from the rest of her family. She was the youngest of her family, which made her the last to go to Hogwarts, which she was very eager to go to, because everything she heard and read about the great school. Her black hair moved as she turned her head, while looking at each store. Her outfit, which was the school uniform but which a bit more black moved with her body as she walked. She smiled a soft smile as she was looking around at the number of stores in hogmeade as she walked passed them. She entered the small book store with a small grin and her small old side bag with her. Her soft green eyes, widened a little at the new books, which according to the storekeeper came in just that very morning.
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Post by Heather Blackwell on May 5, 2010 4:00:36 GMT -5
Heather was pretty bored that morning. She had sprained her ankle, making her unable to run, swim or fly. The best thing to do was to get a nice new book, settle down somewhere and read. Not the common room, nor the library...she didn't like them. For one, the common room was too noisy. And she didn't enjoy reading under the watchful eye of the school librarian.
She slipped into a small shop few people new of. Oh. Right. Another girl from Hogwarts had beat her to it. She sighed. Whatever. It didn't matter anyway. The girl looked too cheerful to be her friend. Ignoring the Ravenclaw, she looked around at the books.
She greeted the shopkeeper. She came here often to read books. She'd buy the book, but still stay in the shop and read the book until it was pretty late.
Reading wasn't one of her hobbies...but there were books she enjoyed. They were usually muggle books, where they talked about wizards and witches and magic. It was amusing, how they tried to depict dragons, magic and other stuff.
She also enjoyed reading on world issues - muggle. I guess I'm not such a fan of magic after all... she mused. Her hand ran through some books, touching "The Art of Occlumens - Thomas Drybones".
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Post by Vincent Olivander on May 5, 2010 15:50:54 GMT -5
With Vincent's longing for a good book he wanted to head into Hogsmeade specifically, where else would he get one? Oh, wow, he didn't expect so many students to share the same idea. He looked at the muggle section first, always predictable and simple. As he tried to reach for the high-shelved books his muscular abs stretched and his shirt rode up midway to his curvy abdomen, grabbing a few books at the furthest away shelf. His pale face was surprised when it landed on his head and smacked his nose. It seemed to hit him so hard that his hair dye shredded to pieces and dropped onto his skin like hair extensions made of fake tan. Of course it didn't, but that was what it felt like with the throbbing pain on his forehead and scalp.
Catching the book as it fell from his head, he started to look through the recovered books. As he expected, too predictable and too boring. He physically kissed the next one along, which sounded far more interesting. It had a picture of lovers walking on the beach holding hands, the moonlight behind them. At first Vincent expected it to be a predictable romance, but it was actually about the complexity of human relationships. Score!
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