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[halfxbloodxsnapex-blog]

He couldn’t deny that he felt some sort of remorse for Harry Potter’s passing. Although all of the Potters annoyed every nerve in his body, with Harry probably having been no exception, he couldn’t help but feel something for how Lily must be. If she even knew yet about how they were related. If she knew anything about how she sacrificed herself to keep Harry alive. With an inaudible sigh, he made his way through the halls, passing students with red, puffy faces. With classes being cancelled, there was a chance of finding an empty classroom to focus on homework and/or more research that he hadn’t completed yet. The library might’ve been empty, but he couldn’t be certain and he didn’t want to deal with reading paragraphs with sniffling as his background noise. Cracking open one of the books he had brought along with his quill and parchment, he began to read. Until the door opened did he stiffen and stop his reading. With his back still towards the person, he spoke, “If you’re here to mourn, go find another room. Can’t you see that this one is occupied.”

[lyrabernathy-blog]

   It wasn’t like Lyra had walked into the library with the mindset, “Oh, that table looks comfortable - I’m gonna sleep on it!”. And yet, of course, that was what had happened. The brunette had been trying to powerhouse through a textbook, which evidently hadn’t been very interesting. A copy of the Daily Prophet rested under the book, visible notes scrambled in the margins. Being kind of paranoid and conspiracy-centered, the notes questioned almost everything in one of the articles. The note left with Voldemort’s body had grabbed her attention, and a list of names were scribbled beside the picture. Eyes closed, her breathing was soft - completely unaware that someone else had entered the library.

[regulusarcturusblackk-blog]

His long, pale fingers stroked through pages absently as he read, attention wholly devoted to the words. That was not to say though that he was unaware of the person watching him. He had long since learned the dangers of ignoring his surroundings. If Madam Pince, the old hag, (how was she still working here), would have just let him leave with the book, he wouldn’t be stuck here in the library subjected to onlookers. Apparently all of the books pertaining to time travel were in such high demand that she wasn’t letting them leave the premises. Absently, he was impressed that the rest of the student body had finally realized what could be learned from books. He turned the page aggressively, hoping the look on his face discouraged whoever it was from approaching him. He didn’t have time. There was too much to figure out about this event.

[astorics-blog]

splashing red paint on the canvas, threw the brush at the ground , letting out a long and frustrated sigh. her hair was dripping with red paint now and the ravenclaw stood in front of the ruined painting, with her arms crossed waiting for inspiration striking her. nonsense.  minutes passed and her mind was still blank,  leaving her with only two options. one: she would simply go back inside and spend the rest of the day doing nothing or she would ask someone to at least pose for a portrait. however, the latter option appeared to be rather unrealistic, because (truth to be told) astoria greengrass was pretty friendless, since she had decided to cut off ties with her old life (including her old friends) in order become a better person. that’s why she decided to return .  she turned around and for the first time noticed that someone had been watching her the whole time. for some odd reason, thethought that someone was observing her all the time, seeing her behaving in a very “unAstoria-like” way (whatever it was) without uttering deeply bothered .  for moment she said nothing, simply staring at the other, with light dancing in the eyes of the other and as she was watching them a small smile tugged at her lips and astoria decided to pick up the brush again.  ❛ i guess watching me was pretty amusing. in return i expect you to be my muse for today, okay ? ❜

[scvmnders-blog]

taking a rather large bite out of his chocoball, there was a slight HUM emitting from his throat. had anyone questioned the tune, he’d simply shake his head        for even he had no clue. that was the beauty of it all, wasn’t it ? that even in a time of distress, one that failed to cross lysander’s radar, he could carry on as if it were  a n y  other day. though a sudden moment of time traveled failed to affect his hand-eye coordination and almost out of nowhere, his shoulder had rammed into another’s. “ my APOLOGIES ! i didn’t see you there. ” and as a result, his little tree dweller bolted into his shirt pocket.

[thatparkinsongirl]

Pansy stayed in her room throughout the day. She didn’t feel up to arranging her face into whatever emotion people expected her to be wearing and figured most would find something wrong with it no matter what. She would an easy person for people to take their anger, their grief, out on today. She could understand that but it didn’t mean she was going to let it happen. No matter what (however much she might deserve it) she’d never allow herself to be a victim. 

She caught up on all her homework, read three chapters ahead into their Charms’ book, painted her nails, organized her trunk, made her bed thrice over, wrote a letter to her parents, burned the letter, and when there was nothing left to busy herself with she sat on her floor and drunk the entire bottle of Firewhiskey she’d been saving for a special occasion. Special, indeed (the last gulp she used to toast Harry and everyone who’d loved him). She spent another hour flat on her back, watching the ceiling tilt, delirious, some yawning, empty thing inside her screaming. Why couldn’t they ever seem to catch a break?

Finally, she stumbled up to her feet, deciding that the emptiness in her wasn’t emotional but rather that she’d yet to eat anything. It was late enough that she likely wouldn’t run into anyone at this point. A good thing since she was even less prepared to handle anyone in her current state. 

As expected the halls were quiet and dark. She made it very nearly to the kitchens, before seeing anyone else. She’d only a moment’s warning to clumsily try to hide herself in the shadows before they came around corner.  

[lilyevacs-blog]

lily sighed into her seat at the great hall, eyes bleary and heavy with sleep. she’d only just begun to understand what was going on, and even then her grasp on the gravity of the situation was minimal. “ how in merlin’s name are they going to fit us all in here? ” she mumbled into her breakfast, neither caring nor realising who might overhear.

[halfxbloodxsnapex-blog]

Severus Snape was never one to panic. Never the one to really feel panic as much as showing it, either. One thing that did occur when strange situations happened, were the million of thoughts that were provoked, running rampant and asking a plethora of questions simultaneously. What other place to attempt to calm your whirlwind of a brain than at the library? Cracking open one of the books he carefully chose, he began his search on something about time travel malfunctioning. Time travel as a whole was not a thing to be tampered with, even an idiotic Gryffindor would know that. It was a tricky, temperamental, unstable activity to partake in, and it was best to not bother messing with it whatsoever. But people obviously had to meddle in things they shouldn’t, winding everyone in a situation that they were now all in. 

When he was about halfway done with the third chapter on absolutely nothing he was looking for, he felt someone watching him. About five minutes passed before he honestly could not concentrate any more without having to say something to them. Peering up at the other person who he had now caught staring at him, he raised an eyebrow. “Were you trying to be discreet in boring holes into my skull? I’m trying to read as you can see. What do you want?”