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Rose sighed, a little louder than she meant to, as she entered the library. She hadn't been in since yesterday due to the fact that she practically had to tie her brother Hugo and her cousin Fred down and lecture them on their behavior for about an hour and a half. That had taken up a good chunk of her library time and she just felt relieved to be back where she belonged. She gently ran her fingers across the books on the shelves as she made her way deeper into the maze.

What section would she explore today? What subject would she most like to expand in her mind? As she turned corners and dodged other students, the perfect thing came to her. It had been a long time since she had thoroughly analyzed anything to do with creature-human breeds. She turned once again around a large shelf and knew exactly where to go to find the books she needed.

Once she arrived in the semi-dark lit section of the library she reached up and pulled down the first book her hands touched. The differences between werewolf killers and werewolf friends. She shrugged, it looked like it would be an interesting enough read. She made her way to a comfortable chair in the corner and sat down, dropping her bag on the floor beside it. As Rose loosened her blue tie and made sure her skirt was covering her knees, she noticed the quiet stillness in the air. The smell of the pages and the sounds of rustling feet.

She smiled and let a small giggle escape from her mouth and then proceeded to pull a parchment and quill out of her bag on the floor. She placed them on top of the book and began writing quickly, about her library observations. Reading the book would have to wait.

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In true Longbottom fashion, Amy had never been much good at potions. In class, she would sputter when Professor Castronova asked her a question, and she would frantically wonder if the potions master had ever been non-intimidating. Being terrified of setting foot into the Slytherin infested dungeons had caused her to shake horribly and slice her peppermint unevenly. Unevenly sliced potion ingredients can totally botch the recipe and next thing you know, your elixir has become a poison. It was just one of many reasons Professor Castronova didn't much like the little Hufflepuff girl. Being a Hufflepuff and a Longbottom just added to the list of reasons to dislike her presence in the classroom.

With her in class failures in mind, Amy had resolved to ace every single assignment. If that meant hours in the library pouring over books she could just barely understand, than so be it. This strategy had, thus far, worked well. By some stroke of luck, she'd managed to pull an E on her potion's O.W.L the year before, and so she was once again registered for the course: much to Professor Castronova's dismay. Being in a N.E.W.T level class meant working twice as hard as before, so now Amy had gone into overdrive. She tried to sit next to the clever kids who would do a good job of cutting and measuring the ingredients. That helped a little bit. She could usually ride on their coat tails and avoid doing a poor job herself, however, the assignments were hers alone.

They were revising the wit-sharpening potion, a potion they had learned in the fourth year. She hadn't done well with it. A review of a potion that had caused her cauldron to explode made her cringe, but it was necessary, and she didn't dare come to class empty handed. Resolutely, she scanned the shelves of the potions section of the library. Now sixteen, she had nearly familiarized herself with all of the books in that section at her eye level. To be fair, that excluded a fair number seeing as there were numerous shelves that were quite frankly just a bit too high up for her. One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore was usually a good place to start when searching for specifics on an ingredient's properties. Seeing as she needed to know exactly why armadillo bile and ginger root would turn the potion blue, she figured this book might just be the key.

Pulling it from the shelves gingerly, she tucked it under her arm and scanned the library for a vacant table. Though it seemed like the whole student body had packed themselves in there, a recognizable head of fiery red hair caught her. It was unmistakably Rose Weasley. Amy was generally too shy to talk to anyone, but Rose was one of the people she'd known ever since she was just a kid, and therefore, the blonde felt completely comfortable with her. "Hey, Rose."

[/color] Amy greeted her in a library-appropriate voice and she sat down across from her friend. "Studying or just writing for fun?"[/color] she smiled. In the true Ravenclaw way, Rose loved her books.[/justify]


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'As the feet rustle past I can hear the sounds of students entering this blessed sanctuary,... Rose began to write. Although, plenty of people feel the need to defile it. Pulling pranks on those studying, those who choose to come in just to make a mockery of the fine readers of the school. The rustling in the bookshelf beside Rose began to become a little bit louder. She set her quill down for a moment in order to listen in. Of course, she began to hear the smacking of lips. She sighed. Although it is easily defiled by those with ruse intentions, it can also be a place for romantic meetings between shelves. Although romantic meetings aren't a disgrace exactly, they can be rather distracting and sometimes annoying.

"James, if that's you you're dead." Rose said out loud. She heard gasps and the sound of people quickly leaving. She chuckled once more. She figured it wouldn't be James, but if it was that would have been a laugh, and since it wasn't... it was still a laugh! Just as she had gotten back to writing Rose heard a familiar voice speak to her, and saw blonde hair on the top of her friends body sitting across from her. Rose finished her sentence and looked up. "Hi Milly," she started with a smile, "Just picked a book to read for fun but then words started to ask to be written." She shook her head slightly, still smiling. Rose thought her obsession with observation was rather silly, but Amy always seemed to respect Roses love for sleuthing. Since the two girls had practically grown up together it was easy for Rose to talk to her, and trust Amy with her secrets. It had become a relationship Rose cherished above most others.