Who: Hermione Granger and Gwenog Jones When: Thursday Evening Where: The library What: Some conversation between unlikely characters (anyone and everyone, feel free to jump in!) Status: Incomplete | Open
Gwenog didn't have painful memories of this place; she'd only set foot in it a handful of times over her years at Hogwarts. Just as it had back then, Gwen was overwhelmed with the feeling that this place was packed to the brim with books, which she'd never been particularly fond of. Neither did she care for parchment or quills or staying up all night studying for exams. The only times she had bothered to enter the library, she'd had no choice in the matter.
This time though, she was there of her own free will. Well, as much free will as she could exercise while being stuck at Hogwarts. She had a team to coach at Quidditch, but another team had the pitch and she wasn't the type of coach to make them sit in some classroom while she lectured them about the benefits of being in formation. Short of Quidditch though, Gwenog still hadn't found anything to occupy her time. She'd tried the fingernail painting thing but that had only taken about three tries and half an hour to get right, after which she'd hemmed and hawed about the colour. Once she'd made the decision to keep the paint on until it chipped off (which at the rate she was going would probably be another ten minutes or so), she had run out of things to do. Aurora had suggested she "pick up a book" and though this was phrased in a rather questionable manner, Gwen knew her friend only had her best interests at heart. So Gwen had made her way to the library and had apparently entertained a few of the students when she asked for directions.
Only now that she was here, how would she pick one?