A Fire And A Good Book

Curled up in her favorite comfy chair by the fire she read quietly as sunlight trickled in through the windows above her. Open on her lap was an old book of poems she had brought from her Dad's library of muggle books. It wasn't horrible and it was just what she needed to relax after a long day of classes.

The room around her was filled with a few people, most talking and laughing quietly with each other but she was happy and content to just sit and read. She was more comfortable with her books and her music anyway. It wasn't that she didn't like people, it was just that they often didn't get her and she didn't understand them.

Flipping the book closed she pulled her legs up beside her in the oversized chair and closed her eyes dreaming of places far away, places she would travel once she got out of school and before she had to settle down and be serious about things. With her eyes closed she didn't notice the person dropping down next to her.

"Morning, Bourne." Iris cheered although the midday had passed a few hours ago, and sat on one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace and stretched her legs, kicking the slippers so she could feel the heat on her feet. She curled her toes and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and listening crackling of the fire. "Want some?" She extended her arm, offering cookies to Fallon. "They're homemade," she looked at her and chuckled, "or so I believe, I could never tell that for sure." With her free hand, Iris took a cookie from a box, one shaped like star and threw it in the mouth. "Homemade or not, they're tasty." She winked.

An hour ago the redhaired ditched away her transfiguration homework after spending hours trying to do it, without any success. Happy because of the fact that Walden Macnair Jr. cared more for her sister, and her sister's grades, never checking Iris' grades, she already reconciled with the fact that she'll get a failing grade for this homework. Yet another one.

"What were you reading?" She peeked in her lap, trying to read the book's name, but couldn't read it, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."

Hearing the voice beside her, amber eyes flew open immediately to look to the girl. "Oh good afternoon Macnair." Smiling politely at her housemate Fallon ran her fingers over the spine of the book glancing at the cookies offered her way.

With a shake of her head she declined, "No thank you. One cookie turns into ten or so and then I am bouncing off the walls from a sugar rush and yeah." Biting her lip she stared down at her hands realizing that she had started to ramble. Fallon had no idea why she was always so nervous around other people. It took next to nothing to turn her into a bumbling fool, and into a tomato as she was easily embarrassed as well.

Shifting back and forth slightly in the chair she popped her neck, lowering her gaze towards her book. "This old thing? Shakespeare's Sonnets. I knicked it from my Dads books before we came back. He has shelves upon shelves of books.. so do I actually. Have you ever read any of Shakespeare's works?" Fallon doubted that the girl had but people did surprise her every so often. She loved to read, really anything that she could get her hands on. Between studying and reading 90% of the time she could be found with a book in her hand.