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| Alexander Velared | Aug 30 2004, 05:48 PM Post #1 |
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7th Year
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Alex sat at one of the tables in the far back corner, hidden behind several of the tall book cases. If anyone were to enter the library, he'd hear then first and have enough time to either dodge them or slip into a disguise. A rather large book from the restricted section sat open on the desk. He glanced from the pages of the book to the pieces of parchment he was copying the ingredients on to. It was true, Alex did posses many, if not all, of the traits of Hufflepuff House. He was loyal to the death and one of the hardest working people in his house, which reflected brightly in his grades. Thanks to his metamorphmagus ability, he was able to sneak into the library after hours without attracting unwanted attention to himself. Ever since the middle of last year, he found himself unexplainably obsessed with the restricted section and was sneaking in every chance he'd get. There was a cauldron brewing next to him, surrounded by a charm he'd learned to absorb odors of any kind before they could permeate through the air in the library and alert someone to his presence. There were several ingredients scattered all over the table from his personal stash, most of which he'd found on the grounds or bought at the Apothecary during one of his frequent visits to Diagon Alley. As the potion brewed next to him, he heard the latch on the door click shut. He stood up quickly, the chair sliding out silently from underneath him. His senses were on the full alert, and he was sure he'd be able to hear a pin drop if did. Someone was in the library and approaching his table. |
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