the hunt is on.

"Ugh." Celine groaned as she dragged her body away from the table where all her supplies and parchment were tossed about. In her desperate attempt to get some work done, she had forced herself out of bed at a reasonable time today (around noon, but that was early for her) and came straight to the library. Celine chose her table carefully, hoping it would motivate her to actually do some work. Unfortunately, she was left with three scribbled on rolls of parchment, a broken quill, an untouched stack of books and three words into an essay that was due in the near future. How on earth had she managed to convince herself that waiting until the last minute was not a concern?

Instead of working she decided to draw along the edges of her paper. Maybe she didn't have an essay, but she absolutely made a lovely garden scene that would make muggle artists jealous. Hm, maybe she should pursue that instead. There was the minor fact that she couldn't draw a straight line, but no one was perfect. Anyways. After receiving several complaints for her loud humming and exaggerated sighing, she decided it might be a good idea to get herself out of the chair for a bit. Her mind worked better when she was moving anyways. Also, she wasn't keen on having another balled up wad of paper thrown at her head. Hadn't anyone heard of paper cuts!?

The bun atop her head bounced as she aimlessly wandered through the rows of book. Celine really couldn't understand the appeal. People often told her how they found books comforting, like an escape. They were just words written neatly on a page, how could they offer anything other than headaches? She pursued her hot pink painted lips and sighed again. She was already getting dirty looks for being loud, what was the harm of one more noise? Her hand dragged from shelf to shelf, staring blankly at the books, all of them seemed to blend together. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular, she was just hoping for an excuse to not do work. Not like she needed one at this point.

As she started her walk down the opposite end of the row, she let her mind wander to other important things. Like her kitten, for example. Celine hadn't been paying attention, but when she looked up she quickly jumped to the side to narrowly dodge a person that she nearly almost headbutted. Although she managed to avoid the person, she toppled into a shelf causing a few books to fall off the shelf and onto her. "Oh hell," she winced rubbing her poor head. Brilliant. What a great addition to the day. Not bothering to apologize to the person, she turned her attention to the scattered books on the ground. Hopefully the librarian didn't see, or else she'd never see the inside of the library again. 'Really, was that a bad thing though?' she thought to herself.

She bent down to pick up the misplaced books when a gold shine caught her eye. The lettering on the front of a green book looked.. different. Almost out of place. Celine picked up the flimsy book, if one could even call it that, it looked more like a manual. Something like an instruction guide. Her multicolored nails flipped to a random page. "Merlin," she gasped as she read three underlined words: Godric's Hidden Treasure. It was a list! No, not just a list, hints, clues! Celine could feel a rush of excitement and she began to bounce on her heels. This was it! This was her excuse!

But she couldn't keep this to herself! No way! This had to be shared, with someone, anyone! What was the point of a treasure hunt if you didn't have someone along to help you out and share the glory with! Celine pivoted toward the person she nearly mowed over, "Hey!" She squeaked, a little too loudly, earning her some shushes from people down the way, "Hey!" She tried again, this time a little quieter. "Look at this, c'mere!" Celine shoved the pamphlet toward the person. This was much too amazing.

Someone was humming in the library. That was not a problem for Jenna. She did not require absolute silence in order to concentrate and rather pitied those who did. What annoyed her was that this tune was not one she could readily identify and that sent her fleeing to the stacks, ostensibly in search of more reference materials.

She had just got to the section on medieval magic and muggle religion when Celine Page came bouncing like a pinball down the aisle. Oh hell indeed.

Jenna was surprised Celine even knew this school had a library. Did she even know what a library was for? Even more surprised she was in the study aisle for History of Magic, considering most people's opinions on that subject. Perhaps the girl had just got lost.

But no, a moment later Jenna found herself hailed, in a manner of speaking. That the other girl could either not recall her name or simply didn't see the point in using it seemed completely unremarkable.

"Godric's Hidden Treasure," she read aloud.

On one hand, her interest was immediately piqued. What kind of Ravenclaw would she be if not? On the other, it was more about what sort of person thought this was a good trick to play on their housemates, rather than what the "treasure" was.

"Godric's treasure was the Sword of Gryffindor, Celine," she explained instead. "It's under protection in the headmaster's office, along with Rowena's diadem."

It was gone midmorning by the time Frank Longbottom walked into the library, somewhat shamefaced at having forgotten to do his Charms homework. His hand was loose around the strap of his bag all the same, giving off of the air of someone who wasn’t blighted by the acute stress that was thrumming abjectly within him. He was exhausted, too, the captain having put the Gryffindor team through their paces the day before, so finishing homework wasn’t really on Frank’s list of things he wanted to do that day. Bury his head in a good book and drink his water weight in coffee sounded a much better option.

The Gryffindor strode past the checkout desk, absently registering the absence of the librarian, and sidled by a group of gossiping fourth year Hufflepuffs. He rolled his eyes when they caught sight of him, their whispers growing all the more feverish as a result. He clucked his tongue testily against his teeth and pressed forward, deeper into the library so as to get away from the main study room and find a quiet space towards the Restricted Section. Since he’d been in his first year he’d always had a fondness for a spot between a column and one of the shelves. Though, granted, since then it had gotten a lot more snug. He took a little bit of solace in that, though.

Frank was making his way to his little hidey-hole when he happened to look round and spot two girls – a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw. Frank’s brows furrowed. He knew the Gryffindor, at least. He couldn’t say he was particularly well-acquainted with her, mind you. She was in his year, though, he knew that much. Curiosity, or perhaps it was downright nosiness, surged within him and he decided to find out what was so exciting his house mate. The Ravenclaw didn’t seem nearly as enthused and Frank was having second thoughts about going to see what was going on until the Ravenclaw mentioned their house’s diadem.

“No it’s not,” Frank found himself saying before he could stop himself. “It was destroyed during the Battle of Hogwarts. The, uh, first one.” He needed to clarify, of course. After all, there had been plenty since then. “May I?” Frank inquired with a half-smile. He dropped his bag down and held out his hands for the book.

Unfortunately, Celine couldn't quite put a face to a name very well, but she now recognized that the poor person she had nearly knocked over was a Ravenclaw in her year. Jane, maybe? Jeanie? Jamie? The French girl bit the inside of her lip and slightly squinted as she attempted to find the exact combination of words. No matter, she shrugged inwardly, she'd get there eventually. Feeling slightly taken aback by the quick response, Celine promptly snapped her mouth shut and fiddled with polka dotted head band. But no, she wouldn't let this squash her enthusiasm just yet. She had a few more questions.

Besides, Celine didn't see how the Ravenclaw didn't find this tremendously exciting. Or maybe she did, maybe she didn't particularly care to show it. The blonde girl momentarily withheld judgement as she turned the book back towards herself and allowed her eyes to briefly skim over the scribble. "Are you sure?" She inquired to the dark haired girl. "If it was that obvious it wouldn't be hidden!" The Gryffindor couldn't blame her for her skepticism, after all that was the logical response... but there had to be something more. Or perhaps that was just her desperate hope for a distraction. "Godric's sword isn't much of a secret now is it? Why would there need to be hints..." She trailed off, not quite believing herself.

Just as Celine was about to concede and apologize for nearly maiming J-something, her fellow Gryffindor classmate jumped into the mix. This one was... Frank. See, she wasn't all that awful! Celine's smile quickly returned full-force as she listened to him deny the Ravenclaw's claim. "I knew it!" She proudly whispered, rocking back on her heels and causing her necklace to jingle. And see, he was just as interested! "Sure, of course!" She quickly handed the pamphlet over to him. "If you read through some more, the last line says 'wear it with pride.' A sword isn't exactly something that you wear." She glanced between the two in hopes of agreement.

It couldn't be anything too massive, but it was the wishful thinking that kept Celine energized.

Jenna blinked owlishly at the newcomer.  Longbottom seemed to instil either blazing hatred or an overwhelming desire to nurture him in others.  People like herself, that is, those with no particular opinion other than to wish he would stop putting himself in the way of Isadora's eternal enmity were few and far between so when the boy blurted out his little factoid, Jenna did have to wonder if perhaps Malfoy-Nott had the right idea after all.

She would still have to write home before conceding that point, though.  Even Jenna at her most rational was loath to agree with anyone who carried the names of two known Death Eaters.

"Um, yes?" she replied with a shrug.  "It was destroyed. Unless you think Professor Hayes has labelled a pile of ash for no good reason."

Now, Jenna turned her attention to Celine.

"Oh Celine," she said sadly.  "There need to be hints to take you in. You don't seriously think one of Godric Gryffindor's personal items would have a name as superficial as Godric's Hidden Treasure, do you?  That's so..."

She trailed off, casting about for a word that wasn't Gryffindor.  But it was.  It was really Gryffindor.  Oh, not the Founder, Jenna didn't think - hoped - that the founder wouldn't be so childish but it was exactly the turn of phrase a Gryffindor would come up with.

"Slytherin.  Think about it.  Salazar Slytherin had an entire hidden chamber.  Godric wouldn't need to hide treasures.  It's against that whole honour and chivalry thing you lot are so into."

She was tempted to add something about scabbards and their various uses, but she didn't want to overwhelm the girl with too much information at once. She seemed quite excited about the whole thing and Jenna had a feeling her afternoon wasn't going to be quite so heavily concerned with witchfinders as she'd anticipated.

When Celine relinquished the book, Frank eagerly took it into his own grasp and turned it over, interested to observe the whole of the book before bending the spine and peering inside. Frank's fingers brushed over the Gryffindor crest, feeling that customary surge of house pride well within him.

"Can you say that for sure?" Frank asked, lifting his gaze from the page to fix it on Jenna. "I bet even Helga Hufflepuff had her secrets."

The first 'clue' - as it were - was a few pages in. Frank smoothed out the pages and brought his lips together. His brow furrowed as he absorbed the words and tried to work out what it was saying - or, rather, what it was actually alluding to.

"Is it talking about the Astronomy Tower, do you think?" He asked, deciding to hand the book to the Ravenclaw.

The lion sucked in her cheeks and bit back a retort. She liked to believe the best in people so she didn't want to snap at her fellow 'adventure' pal just yet. Instead of responding she simply turned her attention away from the speaking girl. If she didn't want to hear it, she didn't have to.

Celine didn't take kindly to being condescended or ignored. The Gryffindor stood back and crossed her arms as Frank gave the Ravenclaw the book to examine. True, if someone could figure out a clue it would be the smartest of the lot. But still. She tapped her leg impatiently and pursued her lips. Nevermind that she was the one that found the treasure in the first place.

"Well, if it is," her eyes darted over to Jenna (hah, see she remember finally!), "we should probably head over there. Is it clue based or a one stop destination?" Celine raised her eyebrows and tried to get a peek at her book. No, sorry, the book.

"So, if these things do turn out to be something... what then?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Jenna replied somewhat absently.  "I meant Gryffindor valued chivalry and storing treasures is in direct contradiction of the chivalric code.  Knights weren't even supposed to marry or own property."

She took the book and scanned down the page to the 'clue' Fred mentioned, angling it so Celine could see too, before she felt her face begin to flush. Jenna liked being smart and she especially liked being able to show off her intelligence, so this was especially embarrassing.

"I've never been any good at riddles," she was forced to admit.  "Too systematic."

Frank glanced over to Celine and smiled a little, dropping his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He had no idea if he'd read the clue right, mind, but it was worth having a look even if they were on the wrong trail, the blonde witch was right.

"Then we find them," Frank replied with a lopsided grin. "And, I dunno... cut the spoils or tell the Headmaster or something?" He shrugged his shoulder.

Frank took the book back when Jenna admitted she wasn't sure. He closed the book, offering it back to Celine.

"It's alright," he told Jenna. "It was only a guess, besides. Shall we go up to the Astronomy Tower, then, to have a look?"

Celine perked up slightly at the promise of there actually being something to this dirty old book she found. Perhaps books could be of more use than she initially thought. "To the tower then!" The eternal optimist that she was, she had faith in the other two. They were both smart enough. Hell, one was even a Ravenclaw.

The French girl smiled back at Frank, "I vote we split the spoils, after all..." she momentarily trailed off and grinned mischievously, "it's only going to sit in a glass case in the Headmaster's office." She tried to feign innocence, it was just a suggestion after all, and she was only half serious about it. "I wonder what it is! It has to something interesting at least. Or else why would Godric have gone through all that effort to hide it?"

Somehow had to be the group enthusiast, and Celine could provide more than enough excitement.

"I suppose Accio won't do it?" She jokingly mused, shrugging. She enjoyed the adventure anyway.