between the pages of a book. --OPEN

[Evelyn Leigh Francis]

"in this sea of lonely

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-----------the taste of ink is getting old"

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Libraries should be places of quiet, places to think and work. However, in Hogwarts, libraries were annoying places full of bored, hyperactive eleven year olds and moody teenagers trying to get their work done in peace. What was even more annoying was the curfew that Hogwarts had in place; if there was no such thing, students could stay in the library until bedtime and avoid having to sit in the even noisier, cluttered, crowded common rooms.

Unfortunately Hogwarts had no intention of lifting its curfew any time soon and as a result, Evie was squashed up between two groups of raucous, homework free students, scribbling away furiously to try and finish her essay. She'd tried to get them to quieten down a bit, just so that she could hear herself think, but they had just looked at her as if she were stupid and carried on their conversations. Evie hated people sometimes; they were so ignorant.

A nice, long potions essay was what Evie had been trying to work on, amongst all the noise and ripped up pieces of parchment. She hoped by the time she had got the introduction out of the way and had to move onto the part where actual thinking was needed the Gryffindor Common Room would have died down. Hoped, but knew it was probably not going to happen - Gryffindors were notorious for their inability to go to bed before 4 in the morning.

She sighed into her parchment, loaded up her quill with ink and held it centimetres from the desk. What was she going to write? A title would be a good start. The Properties and Uses of Moonstone in Potionmaking. Evie quite liked potions, the practical side at least, but when it came to the theoretical side she was simply bored to tears. And she was on the verge of tears at that very moment. She hadn't the slightest clue as to the properties of moonstone, or it's uses, come to think of it. She was certainly doomed this time.

She snatched her bag up from the floor and pulled out her potions book, Magical Drafts and Potions. She turned to the index quickly and began searching for moonstone. Nothing. Not even a small mention. She turned the book the right way and began flicking through the pages, trying to think of what it could be listed under. But with a book that size, she was looking for a needle in a haystack.
Eventually she gave up and put the book to one side, leaning back in her chair for a long stretch. She then got to her feet and lazily made her way over to the closest book shelf, although she had no idea what book to even start looking in.

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