character name (prophesied) wrote in magic_school, @ 2010-02-01 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | louis weasley, lysander scamander, wyatt halliwell |
Who: Wyatt, Louis, and Lysander
What: It's like some group research
Where: Magic School library
When: Feb 1: 1pm
Rating: G
Demonic activity had been low in the past few months, Wyatt himself believed it meant something big was about to happen but when he consulted his sister she had told him he was just being an idiot and no one would attack the Halliwell's unless they had some sort of Death wish, and Wyatt had been thinking about his life. He had no job right now and it was not as if he had no qualifications to help get him one. However he had always hated having to hide him magic, even for a short while, so he spent allot of his free time inside Magic school. Lately had had even thought about asking his Aunt Paige if she would allow him to become a Teacher, there was after all a lot he could teach the next generation of Witches.
Blue orbs illuminated the Library of magic school and seconds later Wyatt stood in front of a book case. A young girl stood beside him and unlike a Mortal she did not even flinch when someone appeared beside her without any sort of explanation. He had never met her before but said Hi before walking down the Library looking for a familiar face. " Miss Denham. It is good to see you again." Wyatt spoke to an elderly witch who worked as the Librarian of Magic school and had done for years. " It is good to see you again Wyatt, What have you been up to?" Wyatt moved beside her as he spoke. " Well nothing out of the ordinary. Spending time with my family and kicking demonic but. Could I ask a favour? I am looking for a book on Magical artefacts created in the Early Middle Ages." In seconds she sped of and almost as quickly returned . " Here you are dear." He smiled and walked out of the room with a " Thanks."
The School was always kept at a certain temperature, normally whatever Paige felt like, and it was perfect for Wyatt. He moved through the corridors which were empty as every student was in class. He had the book underneath his arm as he walked. He felt someone was behind him so he spun around on his heel to see who it was.