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(31/12/03 12:07 pm)
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First Day Back - Ravenclaw Common Room
Ravenclaw Common Room
Bran sank into an armchair and pulled a thick book bound in tattered brown leather toward him. He sighed in relief - the feast had been long, and a good deal shy of enjoyable. Stifling a yawn, he opened the heavy leather-bound book to a point about halfway through - The Precise and Exact Uses of Herdlewort. Smiling thinly, he settled in to read.
Ginger made her way into the common room and sank into an armchair near the fire. She pulled out a novel, and scanned its cover where large letters proclaimed it to be Mysterious Island. She opened it to page eighty-two and started reading, so oblivious to the world that she hardly noticed when Cleo sprang up on her lap and rubbed her head up and down on Ginger's sleeve.
Bran looked up as a light-haired third year girl entered the Common Room and fell into a chair with a novel. He scowled as he saw the title - something silly and stupid and so very typical of a third year.
Lily entered the Common Room and, disregarding the armchairs entirely, sat down directly in front of the fire. Her copper hair glimmered strangely in the half-light - with an almost greenish tinge.
"What are you reading, Ginger?" she called over to where the younger girl was deeply engrossed in her novel.
"Mysterious Island," Ginger replied with a smile. "It's really good."
From his own shadowy armchair, Bran gave a soft snort of disgust. Lily eyed him coolly, stood suddenly, and brushed off the front of her robes.
"Good evening, Brandon," Lily said stiffly.
"Evening, Evans," Bran said icily, looking over the top of his thick text. "I heard you in the dormitory there. Can't you keep your giggling down?"
Lily remained impassive, inwardly seething. "I'll see you later," she said. "I've got an important meeting with the Headmaster."
She swished out of the Common Room, still furious, just as Mari and Ali came in.
"Whoa." Mari said silently to Ali. "Lily sure rushed out pretty quickly."
"Well she did say she had that meeting with the headmaster." Ali stated.
"Still..." Mari said. "So...now what do you want to do?"
"Maybe we should send your Mom an owl...you know how quickly she gets worried." Ali said laughing.
"Yeah, really." Mari said rolling her eyes. "Ok. Lets go up to the owlery then."
So, Ali and Mari walked out of the common room, but not before Mari tripped on absolutely nothing, fell, and quickly stood back up and continued walking. After falling Mari ran as quickly as possible to the nearest exit, with Ali still laughing hysterically following about ten feet behind her.
Bran smirked as Mari tripped, and turned back to his book.
The girls' dormitory door creaked open and Marti slunk her way through. Marti caught Bran's eye as he just deigned to look up; he nodded breifly and returned to his book. Feeling like she had gotten significant encouragement, she took a seat next to him, peeking at the cover of his book as she sat down.
"I'd try to make conversation and ask if it was any good, but you wouldn't be reading it if it weren't."
"I don't know what you would define as good," Bran said, looking coolly at his cousin over the top of his book. "It doesn't have any heroes on white chargers or anything that girls seem to like." He gave a pointed glance toward Ginger, still curled up comfortably with book and cat.
"I meant good in a Ravenclaw way," she said simply. "But like I said, you wouldn't read it if it wasn't extremely informative."
"Very informative," Bran responded curtly. "Although it leaves out rather a lot of information on herdlewort as a poison - an interesting plant you know, one of the only ones that can both heal and kill."
Marti thought carefully. "What's the other more common one? Fargleaf?" Marti was almost positive she was right, but Bran was in a worse mood than usual, and she knew him well enough to know that being conferring his intelligence to his juniors would pick him up enough for her to talk to him without him spitting every sentence at her.
"Tolwort," Bran replied scornfully. "You could hardly say that Fargleaf kills. The most anyone has ever got out of it - even a very large dosage - is a low fever."
Marti smarted under the rebuke Duh, Marti..., but her expression and tone was cold. "Yes, tolwort."
There was a moment of silence. "But there's no need for you to get upset with me for it, you can just say so if you don't want to talk to me. Goodness knows you've done it often enough before." She turned her attention to the crackling fireplace, resolving silently to study more, and harder, before she tried in any shape, fashion, or form, to match wits with her cousin, however innocent her intentions.
"No, cousin," Bran drawled coldly, "I have no intention of telling you to go away. But -" he gave a superior smile - "it is terribly late, hadn't you ought to be in bed?"
When Marti did not reply, Brandon closed his book gently and stood, tucking it under his arm. "Better yet, I shall retire myself. See you tomorrow."
Marti watched Bran swagger to his dormitory, heavy book in hand. She sighed sadly. He's got so much to offer....but that's just it, he doesn't offer it. He could be so well liked and admired if he wanted to be...
Marti smiled as she wondered what Bran would say if he knew she pitied his arrogance and sneering superiority. With another sigh, she rose and retreated to her own bed. Evans and Company weren't there; Marti's last waking thought was that hoped she'd be asleep before they came in, otherwise she'd never get any rest.
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