Who: Nicodemus Pye & OPEN What: Random encounter #1 When: After class, before dinner, Thursday Where: The library and around Rating: PG
Apart from being a Ravenclaw and carrrying with him their stereotypical love of the thinking things, Nico also had his dad to make proud and problems to sink in the pursuit of knowledge instead. There was only so much studying he could do though, even in Astronomy, his favourite subject, and he soon found himself drifting off in his mind; he had a moonstone in his hand, a present from his mother polished to a smooth finish that fit in his hand perfectly from all the handling, walking over his knuckles like a coin. He appeared to be reading his book, the stone moving in one and, his head propped up in the other, but he wasn't concentrating on the book at all.
His mind wandered off to a subject that had been occupying his mind recently, partly because he was just starting to realise that people other than himself had bodies and that these other people's bodies were actually very interesting, partly because he was pretty much doing anything to distract himself from the reality of his mother's situation. Whenever he saw a flash of red he'd look a little longer in case it came along with glasses and spikes, the sight of which made his tummy flip. Or a broom slung over a certain Ravenclaws shoulder coming into the Common Room. Michael Corner had turned his head once or twice but he was pretty sure there was something complicated going on there with Terry Boot and maybe, or maybe not, that over-energetic Hufflepuff. Speaking of which, Ayers Summerby... oh, and Justin, that curly hair... Marcus Belby, distressingly enough, in his own House and closer to his own year; he was constantly worried that someone would notice him staring a little too long and call him out on it.
He really wanted to talk to his Uncle.
He sighed and gave up the pretence, closed the book and wandered out of the library but not before signing out with two works of fiction and a book of poetry. He wandered out and started flipping through before he'd really left, too engrossed in the pages to watch where he was going.