A Futile Distraction.. [open]

[Kavic Elliot]

Kavic Elliot felt the chair creak as he shifted in the library chair, resting his cheek on his palm as he struggled to mentally engage himself with the paperback novel he was trying to read. Actually, it was the paperback novel he had been trying to read for the last half hour, but he still could not get further then a page or two before having to go back to the beginning of the chapter and start over again. Admittedly, it wasn’t very far back as he couldn’t get very far, but still… it was very discouraging.
Sighing in frustration, he returned the chair legs to the floor with a muffled thump as he rested his feet against the table, shifting again, and hoping to god that the librarian didn’t find him. She’d probably chase him out of the room flinging books at him. And those books hurt by golly…
On the desk lay his long neglected History of Magic text book and essay, his quill laying over his opening paragraph. He had been tapping the quill as he tried to write more, but had noticed the battered spine in his book bag. So in an attempt to clear his mind, he had picked it up and started to read it.
He was making about as much progress in the novel as he was on his essay.
Scowling, he rocked back in the chair, hooking his foot under the table so he didn’t just completely flop over backwards on the hard stone floor, something else that was very painful.
It wasn’t even his novel; it was his sisters… how embarrassing was that? She had shoved it into his hands as he complained about a long, boring detention/study hall period when he didn’t have enough homework to cover the whole three hours.
“Read it, it’s amazing. I love that series.” She had insisted as he stashed it in his bag. And it had stayed there collecting dust until he poked through his bag and re-found it.
The words on the page blurred together and Kavic realized that he hadn’t been paying attention to the last paragraph or even the last page. Groaning aloud, he thumped his head with the book and turned back to the beginning of the chapter.

“When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton…”

[Melise Taylor]

Melise tugged at the sleeves of her school jacket. No matter how many times she had rolled up the sleeves, they had managed to stubbornly cover her small hands. That was a problem, the fact being that some parts of her body were too small, and some were the correct size. Mainly her arms, hands, and feet. They would either be to skinny, or the length wouldn't quite line up in her skeletal structure.

This meant that as her awkwardness grew, Melise had to do a lot of sewing of her clothes, along with her mother. Nothing seemed to fit right. She would have magically altered them, but even then the fabric refused to match her shape. So she was stuck with shirts with too long of sleeves, and skirts and pants with a bit too much length on them.

Sighing, seeing as they wouldn't cooperate, she slipped into the library, quiet as a mouse. Her blue eyes scanned the shelves, intent on finding the potions book that would help her maintain her grades. It was such a difficult class for her, although she didn't know why. Sure, Slughorn was the head of Slytherin, but he seemed to be fairly nice to her. What good would that do? Melissa was a complete failure in the subject. What on earth did the professor expect?

She rose off the floor again, taking to another part of the library. Some students were studying, well, all appeared to be studying at a quick glance, but being a sixth year, Melise knew better. No matter.

The young hufflepuff smiled. There was the book she needed, Advanced Potions, a guide through chapters one and two . Then, a frown happened to cross her face. It was on the second highest shelf, a place where it would be very difficult to reach, and she didn't even have her wand with her...She tiptoed over, not much succeeding in extending her reach, and outstretched her arm for the leather bound book.

Now blame it on Peeves if you want, but the girl just then lost her balance, and fell backward, knocking into the shelf behind her. People glanced up, and she could practically hear their attempts to suppress laughter. What a klutz she was! Madam Pince was going to kill her for sure....

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[Kavic Elliot]

The sound of the crash caused Kavic to start so badly he nearly knocked the chair over backwards. Catching his balance, he brought the four chair legs to the ground and threw the paperback novel on the desk before getting up and scanning the book shelves, curious as to what caused the noise. He ignored various inquiries as to if it was his fault. Sure, he was very loud and made messes sometimes… but was very crash and bang his fault? Really, he could be destructive but even that was pushing it. By a lot.
He wound his way through the shelves (how big was this place?) and nearly tripped over himself to avoid tripping over her. Grabbing the edge of the book shelf to avoid falling on her, he squatted down and started piling the books in stacks.
“Did you decide that the books would be better on the floor?” He joked, putting a small stack on one of the empty lower shelves before starting another pile. “And did you get what you were looking for, or will you knock down the rest of the library for it?” He grinned at her to show that he was joking.



_{[eek, sorry for the horrendous wait. Stupid school...}