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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jun 29, 2010 2:39:42 GMT -5
It was past bedtime, where most students could be found safely tucked into their beds. Marko lay slumped on the Ignis common room armchair just bedside the fireplace. Its glowing warmth radiated to him with a cozy retreat from the midnight’s cold at Wexford Academy. Marko couldn’t resist the soothing feeling it provided and soon succumbed himself to a silent slumber. He had been burning midnight oil cramming for the following day’s potions quiz in the Wexford library and continued to persevere on in the common room. His dedication to his studies was absurdly serious. However, despite his tenacious attitude to his schoolwork, Marko has been underperforming as compared to his peers who could achieve far greater results with minimal effort of what Marko exerts.
As pleasant as the accommodating atmosphere the room could provide, Marko’s dream was nowhere close, he dreamt that he was falling off the seven story high Wexford astronomy tower. In his fall, it felt like an eternity, his limbs fully extended and facedown into wind, brushing upon his skin. His body jerked out of his doze the second upon impact to the ground. It tool Marko a few seconds to regain his composure and make sense of his current surroundings. Looking around him, he noticed the open potions textbook facedown on the rug in front of his feet. It must have slipped off his lap while dozing off. Marko began picking up his belongings and realized something was missing from his possession. His treasured notebook, which contains all his personal thoughts and classroom notes he’s been studiously jotting down throughout the term.
Without his notebook, Marko would be severely handicapped, given that he’s already lagging behind his classmates academically. As usual, when retracing steps, Marko recalled the last time he used the notebook which was in the Wexford library, before he shifted to the Ignis common room to resume his studies. He knew that he shouldn’t be wandering about the Wexford corridors at night, but the significance of the situation was something he just could not simply ignore. Thus, Marko kept the rest of his belongings and snuck out of the common room, still dressed in his robes since morning, equipped with nothing but his wand. The corridors were too dark to roam, a sense of nervousness and uncertainty ran across his mind. “Lumos”, he casted, it emitted a bright glow from the tip of his wand. Now that his path was lit, he silently walked his way to the library, each carefully placing each step, ensuring no other lost soul wandering the corridors could hear him.
The corridors of Wexford, were filled with rich history of the school and its fore founders, walking through it during the day was exciting, however, at night it was a daunting task for whatever history it carried during the day was concealed by the darkness which became more of a disturbing mystery in the night. Marko intermittently extinguished his wand, every time he walks past a different corridor at the same time counting his pace, all this to minimize the occurrence of being noticed, also to not disturb the moving paintings from their beauty sleep. Marko was surprise to find the Wexford library unlocked, he suspects that there might be another student or professor dwelling inside, or maybe, the head librarian had forgotten to lockup the library before leaving. Nevertheless, his vigilance level increased twofold. He didn’t want any trouble and all he simply wanted was to find his notebook and make his way back to the dormitory as fast as possible.
With haste, he made his way to the table which he was studying on that evening. Marko heaved a huge sigh of relief, as he found his notebook sprawled on the floor and immediately proceeded to retrieve it, his mission was complete. Scanning around the dark and empty library, aside from his lit wand, he’s attention was caught by a glint from the golden poles of velvet ropes guarding an inconspicuous zone of the library. Having forgotten the real purpose of this visit, which was to swiftly retrieve his notebook and return stealthily back to the safety of his bed, Marko made his way towards that mysterious area. He then recalled how he had been forewarned on the first day of school by the Ignis head of house that particular area of the library, The Restricted Section, was out of bounds to all students and was only accessible via express authority of written consent.
Always a risk taking thrill seeker, the curious boy and avid bookworm in him simply ignored his conscience of all form of self-restraint and succumbed to his urge to explore the restricted section. He unhooked the ropes and lifted the veil concealing it and was welcomed by shelves of huge ancient looking books, all of which looked as though they have been shelved there for ages, even longer than his grandparents have been alive. His eyes chanced upon a book titled “Magick most Evile”, thinking it would be harmless he pulled the book off its shelf and was shocked by the events following this. The loud rumbling noise that came was the least of his worries as he witnesses the bookshelves moving. Marko weakly muttered to himself, “Oh my gawd…”
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Post by SHIRAI "RAE" TOKUGAWA on Jun 29, 2010 9:32:56 GMT -5
 With a snort, Rae roused himself from his sleep as he opened his eyes blearily. It seemed to have no effect - darkness engulfed him from all sides. Oh blast! Rae thought to himself, his eyes still squinted sleepy as he fumbled in his robes for his wand. The side of his face that had been plastered to the book he was reading felt a little funny, but he wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time he had fallen asleep in the Restricted Section while perusing some textbook or the other, and it wasn't the first time that blasted librarian had left him there without a word or even a candle. Rae shook his head, deciding he ought to talk to the Head Librarian about this, though he had done so several times but none of them seemed to pay him much attention.
"Lumos," he whispered into the darkness. A small orb of light beamed on at the end of his wand and with a handy pocket mirror that he always carried with him, Rae surveyed the damage to his face. The books in the Restricted Section were kept there for a reason. They were extremely enchanted, and were flooded with magic, so strong that normal headstrong students could not handle. The one that he had been reading dealt with some very high-level animation charms which he had not even fully understood, this being his first time reading it. Unfortunately for him, sleeping on books in the Restricted Section was never a good idea. From the pocket mirror's reflection, Rae could see tiny words crawling all over his face, spreading a tingling sensation all over that one cheek that had been on the book.
Shaking his head in frustration, Rae pointed his wand to the moving words as if taking aim and whispered, "Subsisto agito." A radius of words seemed to be sucked into the tip of his wand as if by vacuum, leaving a clear circle of skin underneath. He repeated this process, cleaning up the rest of the words on his face until he was sure there were none left. The tingling sensation subsided. This wasn't the first time he had to clean up after sleeping in the library, of course. The other time he had fallen asleep on a book dealing with colour-changing charms and he almost screamed in despair at his reflection. The moving words paled in comparison.
Rae quietly closed the book and replaced it on the shelf where it had come from. As he was just about to give a loud yawn and stretch, he heard some footsteps from somewhere in the Restricted Section. How strange, no one should be here at this time, except for people like him who fell asleep. He extinguished the magical orb of light on his wand, and gave his eyes a few second to acclimatise to the darkness around him. Luckily, Rae's table had been in a hidden little alcove of books in the Restricted Section and whoever the other person might be, he or she would have been unlikely to have spotted Rae's light.
The footsteps stopped. A book seemed to have been pulled from a shelf. Perhaps any other person might have been tense with anticipation with every fiber of their being on edge, but not Rae. He was standing, though still as a statue, but rather nonchalantly at the shelf. He almost looked a little bored. He did want to return to his warm bedroom for a good sleep, but he decided he ought not to leave the Restricted Section when there was someone here after hours.
But suddenly, there was a low rumbling that Rae knew all too well. He was surprised for a while, but sank quickly back into knowing complacency - a student. The low rumbling could only mean one thing. The books in the Restricted Section were never this excited unless it had been that book that had been opened and no staff member in his right mind would do that in the darkest part of the night. Rae knew it all too well because - well, he had done it too. But no one knew that. And no one was going to.
Finally animating himself, Rae made some long and quick strides, knowing his way perfectly well through the Restricted Section by now. He reached the source of the rumbling within seconds. The ball of light lit up the face of a frightened and stunned Ignis teenage boy, holding up the book. With a stony expression, Rae grabbed the closed book from boy's hand, feeling it vibrating softly, almost a little sinisterly, as he slammed it back into the gap on the shelf where it belonged, before he pointed his wand towards the shelf and muttered, "Placidus." The rumbling decreased and slowly faded away as the books quietened themselves.
Turning back to the boy, Rae was secretly amused at how the boy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally, since his face was only illuminated by the pale whiteness of the Lumos light. Ignis, by the looks of it, as Rae glanced down at the crest on the boy's robes. "Well, now," said Rae in his best imitation of his old Head of House, who had been a stern prude-ish old lady. As a Professor and as a Head of House, Rae knew he had to deal with discipline matters though if he had his own way, he'd just let everyone do whatever they wanted. Still, he had a salary to draw. "And what do you think you were doing here, young man?" Honestly, Rae could almost laugh at himself, though the student probably didn't know that.
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Post by MARKO BEANIE CHERUB on Jun 30, 2010 23:02:04 GMT -5
“Oh, now I’ve done it” Marko thought to himself. Amidst the chaos all-round him, Marko stood planted in his position, his mind filled with fear and utter confusion. The panic stricken boy knew that he’d done something he shouldn’t have. All that he could pray for was for the madness to end, and quickly! He knew that the noise being made was loud but judging by the intensity of the volume, he was certain that it could be contained within the library walls. This gave him a slight sense of hope. With careful planning, he may be able to salvage this unfortunate situation and his deed would go completely unnoticed, at least until the next morning, unless the librarian has a poor eye for detail.
Never did Marko ever imagine that his mere harmless curiosity for books would end up like this. He had taken the necessary precautions to prevent himself from being noticed wandering about Wexford during this late hour. He certainly did not want to end up in detention, having just started to adjust into his new life in Wexford. Or worst, crossing his mind, he shuddered at the possibility of expulsion. Marko had not considered the consequences for his breach of school rules and regulations. It was already difficult for him to make new friends, losing house points for his foolish act would most definitely not fair well amongst his Ignis housemates, further jeopardizing any chances of making friends.
The ironic title of the book ‘Magick most Evile’ that he’d pick, certainly reflected the preceding events that had happened, and would follow. Marko’s current state of shock was elevated by a sudden beam of light upon his face. He felt his pupils contracting in pain, squint-ing his eyes to prevent them from going blind. Only to reopen them to find his greatest fear occurring. In front of him stood Shirai Tokugawa, the charms professor and Maior head of house. He witness the professor snatch the evil book out of his hands to place it back where it rightfully belonged, followed by an unrecognizable spell, to reinstate the restricted section back to its usual mysterious and undisturbed silence. Marko’s little escape plan was foiled and any chance for his escape to go unnoticed would most definitely be unsuccessful now.
Fortunately, he thought to himself, if he was to be caught red handed by any teacher, he was glad it was Professor Tokugawa. Professor Tokugawa was known amongst his students as the coolest and also the vainest professor around Wexford. They knew how much the professor admired his complexion, always constantly seen checking out his face with his pocket mirror. His eccentric and flamboyant behavior was well received by his students, as it was an escape from the usual mundane classes in Wexford. It was teachers such as Shira that made school interesting. Marko hoped that the quirky professor could not recognize him, after all Professor Shirai teaches many classes and Marko was a quiet student, this would make him loss in the sea of other countless student faces. Furthermore he had only attended one charms lesson so far this term.
After rescuing the foolish boy from his irresponsible actions, the professor began to focus his attention on the boy. "And what do you think you were doing here, young man?” said the professor in what sounded to Marko like a stern tone. Fearing the worst might happen, Marko instinctively looked down. His eyes began peering at the veiled exit of the restricted section. He started contemplating making a dash out of the restricted section. Hopefully the professor would not bother pursuing as chasing a student would be such a hassle and it was already late. He needed a distraction to give him a head start on his getaway. “Oh my god, what’s that on your face?” said Marko in his most convincing and disgusted voice, following which he immediately darted towards the exit not looking back to check out the professors reaction.
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