Carelessness and Crumbs

Rebekah || Gryffindor || Pureblood || Sixth Year || "Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it."

[rebekahdavidson]

Waiting Game || Rebekah&Tate

[tateskanders]

Once again, Tate was asleep in the library. It was seemingly becoming a habit of his; the routine always the same. He’d grab his books, his coat and his wand, head into the library and within five minutes he’d be asleep. He knew it was low blood sugar and this was easily a sign that he should start eating more but he’d been so busy lately, what with Terri and Josh and keeping up with his schoolwork, not to mention his lengthy letters to his mother, that he only had time to eat a meal or two a day. A book slammed on the desk nearby jolting the Hufflepuff awake with a start. Flying up in his chair, Tate looked around wildly. “What? What? Huh?”

[rebekahdavidson]

In irritation from finding out none of the information that she thought she needed, not that she was actually positive, Rebekah slammed the book shut and was about to push it away when a boy a few chairs down jumped what seemed to be nearly three feet in the air. In fact, him being scared as badly as he was actually caused her heartbeat to accelerate as well. After taking a breath to steady herself, she moved her gaze back to the brunette, "Sorry," she apologized quickly as she kept her eyes on him, her head tilting slightly to the side as she questioned, ""Were you...sleeping?" with a bit of an amused look on her face.

[rebekahdavidson]

Waiting Game || Everett&Rebekah

[everett-moore]

Everett had lost track of time. This had been the first day in a long time where he wasn’t in class, wasn’t at Quidditch practice, and wasn’t obligated to do anything else. He had taken full advantage of this and had gone to the library. He had gone with the intention of studying to get ahead on some of his upcoming assignments, but he had ran across something obscure in his Transfiguration textbook and one thing led to another… Everett glanced up from the book he was currently pouring over, and saw a stack of about 15 books had amassed in front of him, all with random bits of parchment sticking out to save a spot that he had found interesting. He checked his watch. He’d been here for almost 4 and a half hours. He rubbed his eyes, searching the table in front of him for his original assignment. He found it, only then realizing that he hadn’t even found the book that he actually needed. He stood up from the table and wandered back down the aisle where he thought he would find it. Of course, with Everett’s luck, it was missing. Clenching his jaw in annoyance once, he turned back towards where he had left his things. That’s when he passed a girl sitting alone at a table, a pile of books sitting open around her. But judging at how she was starting blankly at them, it didn’t look like she was reading any of them. Everett noticed a drawing inside one of the books on the left-most corner of the table. He vaguely recognized it and, glancing at the subtitle just to be safe, realized it was the book he needed. He stopped, abruptly, just at the edge of her table and cleared his throat, “Excuse me, but are you using that book right at this moment?” Nodding in the direction of the book he needed as he looked back at the girl for a response. 

[rebekahdavidson]

Although she wasn't really studying anything or looking at anything, Rebekah was still lost in thought as she stared at the books in front of her. Perhaps zoning out was the best way to describe what she was doing, in fact that was exactly what she was doing, but the last thing she wanted to do was admit that to herself since she was supposed to be studying. She began flipping aimlessly through a book in front of her, not really even looking at the information on the page, when a voice interrupted her. "What?" she questioned immediately, not immediately processing what the guy in front of her had said, "Oh, no, go ahead," she replied with a slight gesture of her hand. Eventually she'd need the book, but she'd need to figure out what she was even writing about before she would have a use for it.

[rebekahdavidson]

Waiting Game || Open

In most instances, Rebekah preferred to study in her own dormitory. It was quiet, usually empty, and therefore there weren't usually many distractions. Studying was something that was difficult for her to convince herself to do and thus she needed to be able to be assured that nothing would take her attention off of the subject matter. Otherwise, one second she would be studying and the next she would have somehow wasted thirty minutes talking to someone that she hardly knew just to do anything but study. Today however, she was having to study in the library since there was no way she was going to check out ten different books and then carry them up what would feel like a thousand flights of stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Instead she was taking residence at once of the larger tables in the library, her books strewn open to random pages across the entirely of it, as she tried to decide where exactly to start her research.

[m-benoist]