|Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-05-04 15:00:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 05, !complete, felicity radford, maeve sheridan|
Characters: Maeve Sheridan and Felicity Radford
Setting: Tuesday evening during dinner hours in the back sections of the Library
Summary: Maeve is on a quest to keep herself out of harms way and exposure and possibly gets interrupted during the research stage.
It was hard to find a time when the Library was ever really deserted but Maeve had found that during dinner hours was usually a safe bet to try for privacy. And when you were concerned about who was going to be around to see what you were reading and what stacks you were looking for that was vitally important. As far as Maeve was concerned there wasn't much else that came to mind that could be more important.
She walked down the aisles glancing down each one as she passed, checking out who else was skipping dinner. As she'd guessed, there was only a meagre handful of fellow students and most of them were occupying the tables or the more popular sections near the front. Maeve turned down where the herbology section started but bypassed all the books, coming out at the other end of the row where she could continue walking out of sight of everyone else. Further into the depths of the library the sections became more obscure and dustier, visited by students much more sporadically. Which Maeve didn't mind in the least.
The genealogy books took up only a few shelves in a neglected corner, sandwiched between the magical languages and the very beginning of magical history. She supposed it was possible that someone felt so compelled to find out the Mermish word for potato or Pre-Egyptian wizards that they would deny themselves dinner rather than wait an hour but she still felt she was as safe as she was going to get and set her bag down to look through the few shelves. It was most likely that someone, or a couple of someones, would stumble upon her in a hormonal quest for privacy but she was willing to take that chance as well. Her finger ran along the titles and she plucked out everything that looked at all helpful until she had a sizeable stack.
She sat down with her back against the Gobbledegook and turned her stack so the titles were facing the shelves. She sat cross-legged and rested Pratt's Peerage in her lap and started flipping through. Eventually she pulled out a roll of parchment and her quill, laying them beside her so she could take notes as needed. Everyday things got worse for the Muggleborn students and so far she had remained overlooked. The fact offered her little consolation though as she knew it was only a matter of time before the Death Eaters running things started digging deeper into the students backgrounds. And she wasn't going to sit around waiting to be exposed. After a few minutes the dust got to her and she sneezed, hearing a noise from a few aisles away and froze up. Maeve waited to see if anything came of it before she waved her wand at the parchment, charming the lineage notes to look like translations instead, and went back to reading.