Post by AURORE LESTRANGE on Jan 2, 2010 18:29:39 GMT -8
For a Hufflepuff, Aurore Lestrange spent an inordinate amount of time in the library. It was a habit she'd picked up her first year of Hogwarts, when she'd alienated pretty much her entire house and hadn't felt comfortable (much less welcome) within the walls of Hufflepuff house. She'd spent almost all of her free time either in the library studying or in some random abandoned classroom, practicing whatever magic she'd just looked up in the library. Hell, she'd even slept in abandoned classrooms. Toward the end of the year, she only went back to Hufflepuff to change clothes in the morning before going to class, and, even then, she'd made sure to head up to her house when pretty much all of her house-mates would be down at breakfast, eating. It had been a shitty year, but she'd survived it, and, while some of them had been too deeply ingrained to easily get rid of, she'd left most of the habit's she'd picked up back then behind her.
For instance, she now slept in her own bed in her own dorm, and she didn't let anyone run her out of it for any reason...with the obvious exception being if one of her roommates were ''entertaining'' someone, in which case she would either sit in the common room and study or, if Scorpius Malfoy were involved, Aurore would stand outside the door making sportscaster-like commentary on the situation based entirely on the volume and amount of moaning going on. She also didn't spend quite so much time in empty classrooms shooting off spells at chairs and brewing up potions down in the dungeons. To be honest, she still spent quite a lot of time working on magic in dungeons and classrooms, but she didn't manage nearly as many hours as she did back in her first year. And, also, she tended to have people with her for a fair amount of the time, either being tutored or simply observing. And she didn't spend nearly so much time in the library as she did when she was a first year. She really, really didn't.
So the fact that she'd been labeled the nerdy, bookish Hufflepuff wasn't really fair. Because yes, alright. She spent a lot of time in the library. That was fair enough. But Aurore preferred to think of herself as intellectually curious rather than pathetically nerdy. After all, she went to parties. She drank. She got shit faced and woke up the next afternoon cuddling with random, huffy suits of armor. She had a life outside of books. She really, really did. It was just that...well. Books were amazing, wonderful, informative little things, and, if it came down to a competition between whiskey for Aurore's liver or books for Aurore's mind, books would win hands down every single time.
Which was why, at six o'clock on a Friday afternoon, Aurore was in the library looking for a book on experimental charms that the library had just acquired this morning. She knew this because the librarian had given her the exact date and time of arrival about a week ago because she knew damn well that she loved both the author and the subject matter. Of course, she would've been down in the library a few hours ago to find the book, but one of the kids in the Slytherin potion club (bless their hearts, they weren't always terribly clever, but they managed to pull off potions that took more focus and dedication than pretty much anyone else Aurore knew) had distracted her with a potion she'd never even seen before, and she'd spent a couple of hours talking to the girl about her months' long effort brewing the damn thing. The important thing, really, was that she was here now.
Or, well, the important thing really was that she'd just found the book she was looking for. She plucked it off the shelf and stared down at the cover, idly tracing the letters of the title with her index finger. She nodded shortly to herself and glanced toward the exit. She'd really only meant to pick up the book before anyone else could snatch it up and carry it up to her room, leaving it to read later, when it wasn't Friday afternoon. But now that she was here...well. Thirty minutes of reading wouldn't hurt anything, and the good parties weren't even going to start for another four hours or so.
With her decision made, Aurore took a seat at the nearest table, opened the book, and started reading.
For instance, she now slept in her own bed in her own dorm, and she didn't let anyone run her out of it for any reason...with the obvious exception being if one of her roommates were ''entertaining'' someone, in which case she would either sit in the common room and study or, if Scorpius Malfoy were involved, Aurore would stand outside the door making sportscaster-like commentary on the situation based entirely on the volume and amount of moaning going on. She also didn't spend quite so much time in empty classrooms shooting off spells at chairs and brewing up potions down in the dungeons. To be honest, she still spent quite a lot of time working on magic in dungeons and classrooms, but she didn't manage nearly as many hours as she did back in her first year. And, also, she tended to have people with her for a fair amount of the time, either being tutored or simply observing. And she didn't spend nearly so much time in the library as she did when she was a first year. She really, really didn't.
So the fact that she'd been labeled the nerdy, bookish Hufflepuff wasn't really fair. Because yes, alright. She spent a lot of time in the library. That was fair enough. But Aurore preferred to think of herself as intellectually curious rather than pathetically nerdy. After all, she went to parties. She drank. She got shit faced and woke up the next afternoon cuddling with random, huffy suits of armor. She had a life outside of books. She really, really did. It was just that...well. Books were amazing, wonderful, informative little things, and, if it came down to a competition between whiskey for Aurore's liver or books for Aurore's mind, books would win hands down every single time.
Which was why, at six o'clock on a Friday afternoon, Aurore was in the library looking for a book on experimental charms that the library had just acquired this morning. She knew this because the librarian had given her the exact date and time of arrival about a week ago because she knew damn well that she loved both the author and the subject matter. Of course, she would've been down in the library a few hours ago to find the book, but one of the kids in the Slytherin potion club (bless their hearts, they weren't always terribly clever, but they managed to pull off potions that took more focus and dedication than pretty much anyone else Aurore knew) had distracted her with a potion she'd never even seen before, and she'd spent a couple of hours talking to the girl about her months' long effort brewing the damn thing. The important thing, really, was that she was here now.
Or, well, the important thing really was that she'd just found the book she was looking for. She plucked it off the shelf and stared down at the cover, idly tracing the letters of the title with her index finger. She nodded shortly to herself and glanced toward the exit. She'd really only meant to pick up the book before anyone else could snatch it up and carry it up to her room, leaving it to read later, when it wasn't Friday afternoon. But now that she was here...well. Thirty minutes of reading wouldn't hurt anything, and the good parties weren't even going to start for another four hours or so.
With her decision made, Aurore took a seat at the nearest table, opened the book, and started reading.
