Post by Zephyr Kwon on Jul 16, 2009 8:05:15 GMT -5
They were right when they said that the sixth year was going to be less stressful than the fifth. He could very well remember how that time around during his fifth year, he and his classmates were swamped with assignments in preparation for the OWL's. Zephyr decided that if schoolwork wasn't going to come, he would do the learning by himself.
He went to the library one afternoon to look for books on Eastern European Magic. He had always been curious about the Wizarding culture in other countries. As he walked by the shelves of the library's reference section, he couldn't help but keep glancing at the Restricted Section at the far end. Zephyr knew that no students were allowed in that area unless permitted by a professor. He himself had never been there, since no professor was generous enough to give an assignment that involved books of the 'Restricted Section' kind.
Zephyr stopped at the end of the reference section and longingly gazed at the shelves at the restricted part of the library. His mind started to go wild with ideas of how he could possibly gain access to those books without getting into trouble. Maybe I could convince a professor to give me a permission slip. He was doing pretty well in his classes anyway (or so he thought), so he assumed it would be easy for him to lie about doing some form of research. It could work, he thought to himself as he grabbed a book on the Ukrainian History of Magic and headed for an empty table.
He went to the library one afternoon to look for books on Eastern European Magic. He had always been curious about the Wizarding culture in other countries. As he walked by the shelves of the library's reference section, he couldn't help but keep glancing at the Restricted Section at the far end. Zephyr knew that no students were allowed in that area unless permitted by a professor. He himself had never been there, since no professor was generous enough to give an assignment that involved books of the 'Restricted Section' kind.
Zephyr stopped at the end of the reference section and longingly gazed at the shelves at the restricted part of the library. His mind started to go wild with ideas of how he could possibly gain access to those books without getting into trouble. Maybe I could convince a professor to give me a permission slip. He was doing pretty well in his classes anyway (or so he thought), so he assumed it would be easy for him to lie about doing some form of research. It could work, he thought to himself as he grabbed a book on the Ukrainian History of Magic and headed for an empty table.