Post by Madeline Koraskaya on Apr 7, 2007 12:25:17 GMT -5
Madeline sat at a table in a small alcove, her back to the main library and the entrance. Oddly enough, she too had plaited her hair today, but into one single braid that swung very slightly behind her chair, like a pendulum counting down the seconds. Due to the recent events, she'd carefully taken to studies again as her grades were plummeting and her father was threatening to limit her pocket money, not that she'd even really been spending it lately.
And so she came to be in the library again, trying to forget the day last day when she'd met Zach here after weeks of seclusion. Unlike that day, she was in very good condition. She wore a wispy white skirt that ended just above her knees, speading out peacefully to drape and spill over the edges of the chair. She was bent over a large tome, a text on Charms, and read silently, her blue-painted fingernail following the words as she read them and her wine-red lips mouthing them. Occasionally, with a flick of a slender wrist, she would turn to a piece of parchment, the ends curling gently, and jot down some notes.
She smiled to herself as she dipped her raven-black quill into the emerald-colored ink, and gently brushed one of her own curly hairs off of her dusky blue blouse, the top four buttons undone. It was a lazy day and for once the librarianhad relented and opened the huge windows, so there was a slight breeze stirring the potentially uncomfortably warm room. Madeline shifted slightly and sighed, turning her azure gaze away from the books and thinking of motherhood again.
It was in this reverie, this daydream, that she stayed, a dreamy little smile on her lips and her eyelids threatening to close. Even if she had been fully alert, she would not have known of the girl who had just entered the library, her self-proclaimed arch-nemesis. Too many people came in over the course of the day for her to turn and watch each of them with the hawk-like patience of the librarian.
And so she came to be in the library again, trying to forget the day last day when she'd met Zach here after weeks of seclusion. Unlike that day, she was in very good condition. She wore a wispy white skirt that ended just above her knees, speading out peacefully to drape and spill over the edges of the chair. She was bent over a large tome, a text on Charms, and read silently, her blue-painted fingernail following the words as she read them and her wine-red lips mouthing them. Occasionally, with a flick of a slender wrist, she would turn to a piece of parchment, the ends curling gently, and jot down some notes.
She smiled to herself as she dipped her raven-black quill into the emerald-colored ink, and gently brushed one of her own curly hairs off of her dusky blue blouse, the top four buttons undone. It was a lazy day and for once the librarianhad relented and opened the huge windows, so there was a slight breeze stirring the potentially uncomfortably warm room. Madeline shifted slightly and sighed, turning her azure gaze away from the books and thinking of motherhood again.
It was in this reverie, this daydream, that she stayed, a dreamy little smile on her lips and her eyelids threatening to close. Even if she had been fully alert, she would not have known of the girl who had just entered the library, her self-proclaimed arch-nemesis. Too many people came in over the course of the day for her to turn and watch each of them with the hawk-like patience of the librarian.
