Who: Nikolas Vaisey and Audrey Wadcock When: Sunday evening Where: The Library What: Scene lottery! Nik and Aud both seem to have their eye on the same book - will someone be a good sport and give it up, or will they both fight for it? Somehow I doubt the latter. Rating: I doubt very much it'll go beyond G. Open/Closed: Closed.
To be perfectly frank, Nikolas Vaisey hated going to the Hogwarts library. The general silence was, admittedly, rather inviting, but as far as he was concerned the good points ended there. Otherwise, you had that dreadful Pince woman to look out for if you so much as breathed too loudly or looked at a book the wrong way, the sight of overzealous students pouring over tomes they were highly unlikely to glean a higher grade from reading, and the discouraging presence of a "Restricted" section that was no doubt fmostly ull of books that were, at worst, mildly controversial in nature. At least, that was how he saw it.
Still, just because Nikolas didn't fancy spending a lot of time in the place, didn't mean he could entirely avoid it. Tonight he was stopping by as a last resort - he'd been working on an assignment for Care of Magical Creatures all afternoon and wanted to make sure he had all of his information correct. Last he'd looked over the parchments, Nikolas had to admit it was perhaps a bit overdone, and that his disdain for students who spent their weekends in this place was a bit hypocritical. But Nikolas really liked the class and, regardless of his opinion of Professor Weasley (or at least his family), the man knew a great deal about the subject and was to be respected. It was proper that Nikolas put his best effort into the assignment, and that meant double-checking some of the assertions he had made toward the end of the essay.
Nikolas, wanting to be in and out of the library as quickly as humanly possible, wove his way through tables and desks with ease, making directly for the aisle in which he expected to find the book. As he approached the correct shelf, he found that part of the space in front of it was already occupied by a girl he vaguely recognized as being in his year. Not doing much to acknowledge her presence, he sidled carefully up to her and swept his eyes over the shelf.