In need of a potion

Hallie had been enjoying her afternoon free of lessons outside in the snow. Although in need of refuge from the growing blizzard she had headed into the castle for warmth. However, it wasn't until she'd saw herself in the mirror and noticed that the snow had washed Sleakeazys Hair Potion from her hair, which was now wavey and tangled. Unfortunatly Hallie had ran out of the potion and was short of money so had taken it upon herself to attempt to create her own potion - or at least a potion that had similar effects.

Hallie scuttled towards the potions section and began scanning her finger across the spines of the books - all the time keeping the hood on her robes over her hair so that nobody saw her styling the scarecrow look.

'where is it?' Hallie cried in frustration having looked at the title of every potion book that she'd looked at, which was only the first shelf. The potion books she had picked up were either the likes of Basic Potions For Beginners or encyclopedia of ingriedents. It would have helped if there was a potion book entitled Potions For Humans or a book that would just magically fall into her hands and tell her how to make Sleakeazys Hair Potion.

It'd be a lot easier if I was a metamorphagus. Hallie thought before climbing onto a stool to scan the books on the higher shelves. After all the potion section was rather large and the blizzard battered against the window only served to remind how grateful she was to be in the warmth of the library where candles burned in floating lanturns above the isles.

After about five minutes of searching Hallie jumped down from the stool and whiped out her wand. She knew it was a long shot but it was her last solution. 'Accio Sleakea-... No, I can't do that.' Hallie said to herself, for all she knew another student may have been using the product and she'd be classed as a theif. A criminal. Something that Hallie took pride in not being.

Hallie sensed that someone had arrived near her, maybe she was being too loud when she shouted? Getting ready to tell whoever it was to calm down she hopped off her stool to be confronted by a shorter boy with beautful white hair that was styled into a ponytail. A few strands of hair managed to escape but to Hallie his hair was mesermisingly brilliant either way.

'Umm.' Hallie muttered. She hadn't be been ready for a young student, especially a student with the beauty he had. I can't shout at him Hallie thought. She hadn't even realised that he asked to help her she'd been to engrossed in her search. Furthermore Hallie felt that it would be impossible to shout at him even if she wanted to. There was a vibe radiating from him.
Hallie decided to pull her hood down and let the boy see her wavy, tangled hair. Even with sleakeazys hair potion her hair would still look like a dogs tail compared to his. What his secret was Hallie was begging to know although at this moment in time it seemed a bit rude to blurt out her curiosity, especially seeing as he wasn't in the same house as her.

Hallie could have easy conversations without hesitation with fellow Gryffindors, they were like one huge family. However the tables were completely turned with other houses. Hallie respected that the other houses weren't as loud or bold as Gryffindors and so came to the conclusion that she had best just ask if she'd been to loud: 'Sorry, was I disturbing you?' Quickly adding in a smile at the young Ravenclaw.

Once again, Damien had opted for the warmth of the castle instead of the breezecold outside. He was pathetically bad with the cold, and reading in the library was actually a good change for its warmth, in comparison to the treacherous temperature in the dungeons; as much as it was really his favourite place given the lack of people who would annoy him, the part without the Hufflepuffs anyway. Sat in a quiet corner in the library, Damien thumbed through one of the books he would delight himself in when school work was not available to take him off the track from reading about the dark arts. It was all just reading, really. Damien was still a long way off from beginning to practice them properly. There was no space or opportunity or even mentor that was constantly there to help him. There was certainly Athena, and then there was always Darius too. But Damien wanted to stop short of annoying the seniors with too much of his asking for their help. After all, Slytherins were not supposed to be a helpful sort of bunch. He still had to play his cards decently.

And so, Damien found himself at a table, not too far away from a boy who was surprisingly not bad looking, despite the oddity about him. Still, Damien easily ignored the other's presence. A Ravenclaw was always more than tolerable, but Damien was not a friendly sort anyway. All was really at peace, until ... of course. A voice broke the considerable silence, and Damien found himself distracted from a rather difficult paragraph to follow in his book. Scowling, he looked up (and yes of course) saw that it was a Gryffindor girl. Without difficulty, Damien rolled his eyes, proceeding to watch her from the corner of his eyes, temporarily distracted by her annoying presence. Damien maintained his thoughts and his stoic position while the other boy offered her help. It was only when he heard the girl's last question that Damien could not help but to begin offering his discriminating tongue to the atmosphere.

"Even if he was not disturbed, I cannot say the same for myself." Damien smirked unpleasantly. "Since when do Gryffindors know how to even enter the library? Did you have a map to help you? Or were you driven by desperation?" He chuckled at his own words, of course. Imaginary audiences were certainly always useful when one intended to be offensive to everyone around him.

Before the Ravenclaw boy could reply another student, a male, had interviened. Hallie stared at his robes and leered at the Slytherin crest embroider onto his chest. Looking up from his chest to his face she soon recognised his distinctive features. He had to be an D'eath. Hallie had heard a lot about them, which was no surprise as they were a rather popular wizarding family. Not knowing which member of the family he was, nor caring for that matter, her question to the Ravenclaw was soon obliterated from her mind.

'If I am disturbing you then why come over to me? Wouldn't that only waste even more of your precious time?' She said bitterly her eyes narrowing and her top lip began to buldge as her Tongue pressed against it in irritation. Hallie knew that now she'd responded there would be no end to the fued, after all she was one for holding grudges.

Unsure how he was going respond she placed her hands into her robes and grasped her wand ready to use it - and completely forgetting dueling wouldn't be tolerated in the library - in case the Slytherin boy resorted to using his own wand. After all she had to be prepared and couldn't let a, what Hallie could only describe him as, useless pretty boy make her look like a fool.

Plans ruined, nothing to do now. Damitrius had planned to be outside the entire day, but the sudden blizzard ruined everything. She had nothing else to do, and she wasn't going to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was way to boring in there, and Mitri didn't want to be bored to death for yet another day. Being in class was bad enough, especially if you don't have any idea of what is going on. Now she was going to be locked up int he common room? Nuh-uh don't think so.

Might as well go to the library. It was better than being in the common room, so long as no one bothered her there. She might even be able to read something she might like. Haha, yeah right. Mitri didn't read random text books. They had to be something that would actually interest her. Please don't let something go wrong in here too... Mitri silently pleaded as she pushed the doors to the library open. It wasn't as empty as she had hoped, but it was pretty good.

Mitri saw three people there, two that she recognized. One was another Gryffindor, a year or so older than her, another all she knew was that it was a boy and he was a year or two younger than her. The last one, Mitri's eyes narrowed when she saw him. It was her brother, and just by looking at him she could tell he was doing something to the other two. Her pace hastened when she saw him and she basically ran to where they were. "What's going on here?" she asked, mostly to the Gryffindor girl and the younger boy.

Damien rolled his eyes. Of course, he thought. The response from the Gryffindor girl was nothing he did not expect. It was still nothing he could not handle yet; nothing that required too much of an effort in his mind. Leaning away from his book and back in his seat, Damien watched the girl for a moment, amused at the distraction she was offering him from the heavy words he was looking at earlier.

"I don't know what came over you. Was it the overwhelming atmosphere of intellect, or the overwhelming sense of self-pity in a place like this?" Damien chuckled further, wishing that Kane and Augustine were with him. They make a better audience than his imaginary one. At least they were audible, despite being mere Slytherin knobs. "If you were just wondering why I have lodged myself here, well ... the library sees me here more often than it sees you ... not a surprising fact, really. I have been here all this time, and on most other days. I'm not a visitor. You, however ..." Damien shook his head slightly before he continued. "I might find it in my heart to offer assistance to my visitor, of course. But as it is, you already have an offer." Damien stole a look at the Ravenclaw boy closer to him before he completed his response to the former. "Just ... don't over-stay the invite."

The intrusion of yet another person drew Damien's attention, before he looked away and groaned internally. Of all people, his sister, and the Gryffindor one at that. What day was this, really, to see more Gryffindors than was necessary in the library? Of course, Damien was extremely biased against them, in his thoughts, words, and actions. He was stereotypical, in and of himself, even as his expressions reflected the same attitude.

"Hello there," Damien greeted Mitri in mock civility. "Is there a Gryffindor field trip going on in the library today? I don't believe I saw any such signs around. I might have missed them." Damien shrugged before returning to his unpleasant smirk.