Post by Isadora Frost on Aug 10, 2007 2:46:25 GMT -5
A large pile of books sat on a table near a large window, bright sunlight streaming into the huge Hogwarts library. The books were of all sizes, shapes, colors, ages... From the oldest charms books, written by wizards and witches who were long forgotten, to the newest edition of the latest teen drama, by Mantilla Greelwood. The old, worn tomes, neatly piled with the new, colorful novels was quite a site itself, the ray of sunshine pouring across it.
It was rendered more remarkable, perhaps, by the fact that every once in awhile the top of what seemed to be a head of raven-black hair would appear peeking over the books, to either glance about her or claim another book from the massive stacks. A pair of unearthy, huge violet eyes would peer out, and then she would disappear again into her pile, like a nymph or dryad in the woodland. Only she wasn't an elf, and she wasn't in a forest. Still... it was no less her element.
Isadora belonged in a library as much as a tree belonged in a forest. It was one of the few places she was truly content, surrounded by books and serenity and knowledge. She smiled gently to herself, her tiny rosebud lips moving upwards slightly. Such a Ravenclaw...
She resumed her reading, paging through the book at hand. She could spend hours devouring these books... any kind of book, wrapped in the silence of the library. Where Elisa couldn't find her and torment her... Isadora's eyes widened ever so slightly. She'd forgotten about Elisa, her best friend, who was constantly liable to stir up drama when she was least expecting it. Isadora sighed. Perhaps she'd have quiet for a few moments? Though moments like that, certainly, were hard to come by now.
She shook her hair slightly, basking in the sunlight pouring over her raven-hair, her Ravenclaw uniform. Content... utterly content.
It was rendered more remarkable, perhaps, by the fact that every once in awhile the top of what seemed to be a head of raven-black hair would appear peeking over the books, to either glance about her or claim another book from the massive stacks. A pair of unearthy, huge violet eyes would peer out, and then she would disappear again into her pile, like a nymph or dryad in the woodland. Only she wasn't an elf, and she wasn't in a forest. Still... it was no less her element.
Isadora belonged in a library as much as a tree belonged in a forest. It was one of the few places she was truly content, surrounded by books and serenity and knowledge. She smiled gently to herself, her tiny rosebud lips moving upwards slightly. Such a Ravenclaw...
She resumed her reading, paging through the book at hand. She could spend hours devouring these books... any kind of book, wrapped in the silence of the library. Where Elisa couldn't find her and torment her... Isadora's eyes widened ever so slightly. She'd forgotten about Elisa, her best friend, who was constantly liable to stir up drama when she was least expecting it. Isadora sighed. Perhaps she'd have quiet for a few moments? Though moments like that, certainly, were hard to come by now.
She shook her hair slightly, basking in the sunlight pouring over her raven-hair, her Ravenclaw uniform. Content... utterly content.
