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Miranda walked into the quiet room, loving the serenity of coming here. She headed for the books on muggles. She fingered the spines of the dusty books on the top shelf. She found what she was looking for in "An Expedition in Muggle Music" ((yes I did make that up)).

Miranda sat in a chair fingering through the pages on woodwind and brass. The detailed picture of a flute almost made her cry. Before meeting Emily she had never missed her instruments she had left behind, now she felt an amazing longing to play her flute or her oboe or well any of them... Taken with a sudden idea miranda returned the book to the shelf and headed for the seventh floor ((cont. in room or requirement if anyone cares))

Wren have drank the invisible potion he run to the library to find book about Dark magic and wizards "Where is it it have to be somewhere here"

Feral sometimes wondered if she was getting in over her head. The craving for power was almost unbearable. If only she could get her hands on some of the forbidden texts, she'd understand more. She wondered what it was like to hold so much power over everyone. She'd heard of a great, but horrible wizard that lived many years before and wondered if her future held the same fate. Though she tried to follow her own morals that seemed right in experience, something lingered in her heart. Every now in then she was reminded of something dark tugging at her heart, shaking her up from the inside. Could that be the beginning of what true power means? Letting yourself over to something completely out of your control, and hoping it would guide you right? She let out a deep sighed and turned the pages of one of the books she had grabbed for some reading. When she looked up for a moment, she noticed the people around her and oddly felt someone else's presence nearby, but hidden.

Ginny walked in quickly, feeling guilty about the time she'd wasted... She could have been doing some of her homework, or catching up on the subject where muggles were concerned..
The only she knew about muggles was that they were dispised by her family, which was not really the thing she wanted to know..

She lowered her pace when she stepped in, at a glare from the Librarian, as she headed over to the muggle section..
She didn't actually feel at all like reading..
Maybe she could morph later on in the evening, that would probably make her feel loads better..

With her hands full of books Lynn walked to a table. She was almost there when she lost her balance and fell down. The books she was holding flew through the air and spread themselfs over the floor of the libary.
"Oh no." She sighed, picking up the books.

Ginny had taken out some books, and dropped them off at a little table when she saw Lynn falling down, books she was holding shattered everywhere..
She moved over to help, but Feral had already beaten her to it..
She helped pick up the books, then gave a small wave and smile at both Lynn and Feral

A silhouette lined the door way of the library before making its swift way inside. It was a woman no older then 16, her dark brown hair tied back in a spiky bun, Slytherin robes dancing about behind her as she strolled to an empty table away from others. Dropping her stuff she went about finding books. A few minutes later the woman came back with three large books. Taking out a notebook and quill from her bag she flipped though one book before writing with swift movements. The woman, who has come to be referred to as Nanako enjoyed to library, because technically people couldn’t bother her without Madam Pince telling the person to be silent. Her head bent forward, supported by her hands as she pours over the potions book. Her lips move as she silently recites the words. Outside the library, she is arrogant and unkind just because she’s mute. But in the quiet sanctuary, Nanako is almost human.

Monique stepped up to one of tall ladders, and carefully scaled her way up. She quickly scanned the bookcase, then pulled out Asiatic Anti-Venoms. Slowly, she descended the ladder, but one of her feet slipped on the fourth step from the floor, and tumbled down. Uncharacteristically, she mentally cursed as the unmerciful fates allowed her to land on her wrist.