Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 6:04:45 GMT -8
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Time stood perfectly still in the library. The big quiet walls and the loud books that had so much to share with him. Even though the library was occupied by industrious students, who were predominantly Ravenclaws, he felt at ease. The library couldn't care less about what and who you were. It merely existed as an aid to those who sought knowledge. The books were holy in Quentin's eyes. They fed his obsessions and hunger for knowledge. Knowing everything about something in particular gave him a sense of power and control. This time it was sleeping spells and curses. It had been for quite some time now. Restlessly, he read paragraph after paragraph, hoping that something would magically click in his head when he found what he was after, so that the last piece of the puzzle could fall into place. But it had been months and even though he was getting pretty good at memorizing spells and incantations, they were not what he was after.
Unfortunately, the boy had too much time on his hands. Starting all over again with your friends moving up a class without you kind of stings. He often thought that if he had been alienated for being a complete asshole, it would be acceptable. However, that was not the case. Word travelled fast that Quentin had entered a long and inexplicable slumber. Now his fellow students were afraid that they would be cursed if they associated themselves with him. Quentin had returned friendless and being the pessimist that he is, he didn't count on making any friends in the near future or for the rest of his stay at Hogwarts.
Quentin rarely looked up when he was this absorbed in something, but having a keen sense of smell, he was suddenly distracted by a scent that just entered his zone.The boy frowned, his mind scattered in sentences and trying to recall what that familiar smell was. Writing the same sentence twice, he imagined sweet and plump wild strawberries. Curious, he looked up to locate where the scent came from.