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Once again Harriet found herself venturing towards the Library however this time instead of simply wanting to go to her usual spot, get herself comfortable and then spend hours simply browsing the selves of the library ingesting any and every line of text she found remotely interesting, today she had purpose. She knew her natural ability as a Druid already placed her at a fairly decent level of experience for the classes taught by Professor Cadmus, Botany Basics, however being naturally curious in regards to knowledge and the gaining of she wanted to do a little self teaching but on the sidelines also to feed a burning desire of hers to try and grow a few varieties of camellia, the flowers, she had to admit, were terribly pretty though one species in particular drew her attention; Camellia.sinesis; she wanted to try and produce her own tea.

With a goal in she by passed the school text books, which seemed to be grouped near the selves closest to the door, which had always suggested to Harriet that most students simply wanted to come in grab the books they needed to simply pass their exams and then run out again. She had already browsed through the compendium compiled by Professor Cadmus of all the medical and useful herbs and plants which she found partially interesting but it would not help her today. She buried herself away into the shelves heading for her usual spot where a winged backed leather chair had been strategically placed snugly between two bookcases and not far at the end of that row of book cases was a small alcove in the wall of the library where a small function work desk and an old wooden chair was placed; it made a good place to have a cup of tea whilst continuing to read. She paced her cane against against the side of the desk, her battered looking leather satchel upon the desk and then turned about and began to stride down an aisle of bookcases she'd not yet inspected in hopes of finding something useful.

Harriet found that books of a particular nature seemed to react in different ways, well the more active ones anyway, not all books flew about the heights of the vaulted ceiling of the enormous library, the more time she spent here she found some books seemed to like to run about in collective groups, some hissed and snapped at any attempt made at trying to handle them, others were bond in such an alarming fashion that it general put the thought of even wanting to know what their pages contained. Here in the aisles more focused on botany books seemed to clamber up the bookcases in the most comical manner as they seemed to sucker onto various surfaces and then shimmy their way up the bookcases or others seem to cuttle in disjointed moves across the floor like bugs. Not all books of course were animated and generally the ones Harriet focused on where the static sort.

It was as she rounded a bend and was to head down another aisle that a book came shuttling about the corner in hot pursuit of another which snapped open and shut in a rather threatening manner that Harriet had to quickly jump over the books in order not to get snapped at. Physical attributes were not something the young reaper possessed however and as soon as she leapt the two books she landed strangely, her ankle giving and she half fell and half grabbed the closest bookcase to stop her falling right down. In was in this position that she saw another student browsing the shelves, she muttered half to herself and half to her fellow student, 'There should etiquette or behavioural classes taught to these damn books.'

Harriet found her feet and with a little support from the bookcase she pulled herself up, now standing up right she brushed herself off, straightening her skirt and pulling down her green tank top over the top, she flipped her scarf over her shoulder and out of way and finally arranged her glasses upon the end of her nose in such a manner that it suggested the only time she actually needed them was when reading a book, looking down her nose at them held in her hand though of course she had a knack of looking at most other things is such a manner also. Her hair was a wild mess of ginger nut orange hair upon her head but that didn't seem to bother her much. At that point she turned her attention upon the boil whom had just spoken to her. 'Professor Malcom, hm I'll have to remember to do so at some point.' She absently looked down the path the books had scurried off in and then turned her attention back to the purple toned boil.

She wasn't particularly interested in the boil himself but the book he had in his hand was rather interesting but then he was in the botanical section of the library and such matters interested her. She knew she herself didn't really liked being disturbed whilst reading and thus left the boil to it. She walked passed him a few paces and then noted a spine of one of the large hard backed books that looked promising and drew it out from it's location on the self and rested it in her right hand whilst she thumbed through it with her other.