On that day inside an timing where the library was mostly empty — where she might guess Malfoy must be somewhere searching something about these witches he seemed get attraction from, meanwhile feeling endlessly offended to found no concrete proof — it was an pleasant moment to thoughtfully recollecting her thoughts over that day’s organization. Gratefully, borrowed Time Turner always managed to remain hidden in her uniform, when sometimes, inside quiet moments like these, she would contemplating that strange notion of timing : people around her seemed connected to something timelime wise even since she came to use it in class, remaining an discrete secret for having advantages to get more knoweldge, as timing itself seemed triggered something. In middle of handling responsabilities on her own side, she was welcomed with another sense of responsabilities … meanwhile such perspective was intented to be triggered towards her friends. Her attention over class subjects didn’t removed on her mind an gentle care she would bring towards Harry and Ron. She needed to be fully prepared to help them sooner and later, when she knew her best friends requested her opinion over their works … or even translation about one particular boy desiring for them to understand. Stopping a word with the tip of her feather, having couple of books all around her, she was trying herself monumentally to have this global observation of a given place, to study surrounding context, and weigh decisions to be made … something she would eventually try in class, where her focus was more on truthfulness of knowledge than that kind of exercice. Intellectually, she understood insidious goal: to perceive flaws where they might appear, correct what could be corrected, perceive what couldn’t be perceived … like an elevated game of a basic chess game … a bit like action and consequence of an magical chessboard but larger. A commitment also without return, by no means something one could stop a game at without naively hoping to be able to stop outside world … Inside that silent understanding, maybe, she did lost time notion when Ginny appeared in her field of vision, concentrating on admiring books from afar, as if she could decipher titles from afar. ❝ Need special help ? I’m working on my homeworks, if I can be useful to you at the same time … ❞
