Post by Katherine Knightswood on Dec 7, 2008 11:09:03 GMT -5
Katherine was a young woman on a mission.
She’d already spent most of her Saturday morning in the Library reading. Several stacks of notes, a half-emptied inkwell, several dulled quills, and piles of books were strewn across the table where she was working. The young Ravenclaw had gone through Goshawk’s Standard Book of Spells for years one through three and was considering taking on book four. She’d found several interesting tangents to follow, and was trying to decide between perusing Where There’s a Wand, There’s a Way or Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions. Or maybe something else entirely, given the Library’s depth and scope. And then there was always the Restricted section . . .
Katherine had already come to the shocking realization that her family had been training her harder than most Wizarding children when it came to defensive and Curse-breaking magic. She already knew the contents of Defensive Magical Theory by heart, given that it was one of her father’s favorites, at least for basics and theory. Her father had rather preferred the tactics of Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, being the kind of man who liked to hex when words failed. Katherine gave a wistful smile at that, knowing that both her hot-tempered Maman and her brave Papa had gone down fighting hard when the Dark Mage’s minions had come calling. She gave a little shiver at the thought, cold to the bone despite the warmth of her thick wool jumper and jeans.
Katherine put more books on the pile and went to another that needed a review, A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions. The young witch was bound and determined to cram her brain full of as many defensive spells and maneuvers as she could manage. And once she was done with that, it would be on to finding the few Healing books in the Library that she hadn’t read. Katherine twisted her hair back up out of her face, securing it with a pair of hair sticks, and tucked her wand through the black topknot. She opened the cover of the book, scanned the contents, and smiled. Perfect! With a determined look on her face, Katherine grabbed parchment and a quill and got to work, not caring that she was missing luncheon.
She’d already spent most of her Saturday morning in the Library reading. Several stacks of notes, a half-emptied inkwell, several dulled quills, and piles of books were strewn across the table where she was working. The young Ravenclaw had gone through Goshawk’s Standard Book of Spells for years one through three and was considering taking on book four. She’d found several interesting tangents to follow, and was trying to decide between perusing Where There’s a Wand, There’s a Way or Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions. Or maybe something else entirely, given the Library’s depth and scope. And then there was always the Restricted section . . .
Katherine had already come to the shocking realization that her family had been training her harder than most Wizarding children when it came to defensive and Curse-breaking magic. She already knew the contents of Defensive Magical Theory by heart, given that it was one of her father’s favorites, at least for basics and theory. Her father had rather preferred the tactics of Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, being the kind of man who liked to hex when words failed. Katherine gave a wistful smile at that, knowing that both her hot-tempered Maman and her brave Papa had gone down fighting hard when the Dark Mage’s minions had come calling. She gave a little shiver at the thought, cold to the bone despite the warmth of her thick wool jumper and jeans.
Katherine put more books on the pile and went to another that needed a review, A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions. The young witch was bound and determined to cram her brain full of as many defensive spells and maneuvers as she could manage. And once she was done with that, it would be on to finding the few Healing books in the Library that she hadn’t read. Katherine twisted her hair back up out of her face, securing it with a pair of hair sticks, and tucked her wand through the black topknot. She opened the cover of the book, scanned the contents, and smiled. Perfect! With a determined look on her face, Katherine grabbed parchment and a quill and got to work, not caring that she was missing luncheon.
