Silence in the library often means noisy people

It was a rather sunny day outside, even warmer than usual considering the time of the year. However, Stephen stood inside. He had a rather long essay to hand in the following day and he hadn't reached half of the length requested. After his classes were over that lovely day Stephen headed up to the library planning on doing finishing it once in for all. He just hoped he could get some ideas out of the books students were allowed to consult.

Reaching there he moved down the main corridor in between the large tables and shelves finally reaching to the last one on the line. He used to go that table more than often. He thought it was odd for his name not to be on it. Could library tables be reserved as if it was a restaurant?

Amused with his own though and seeing it to be empty Stephen followed there and put on the table what he was carrying. A very heavy book and some bits of parchment as much as his quill and some ink. He displayed everything perfectly and once he sat down he started looking for the page he stopped his reading on the day before. He slipped through the pages searching for it but he was stopped when from the middle of them something slipped off and went floating away before falling down on the ground behind him. Distracted by the noise, Stephen looked back to find a letter. But of course! How could he have forgotten about it?

He jumped back on his feet and walked to where it had fallen just a few seconds before.

Grabbing it from the ground Stephen went back to sit down with it in hand for a moment distracted from his homework.

He had received that a couple of days before which was odd since he had mail during breakfast as most of the people around. He just used to sit there eating minding only his own business while everyone else seemed to be supper excited about a new letter or a box their owl had brought them. Stephen didn't get letters at any time. He thought to be better that way considering his father hated him that very moment for deceiving him the moment he was sorted into Gryffindor. All his family from his side had been Slytherins for longer than time itself and there he was in Gryffindor. He always knew he was different but didn't have any idea of how much till three years before.

Analyzing the outside of the letter he noticed a very childish handwriting addressing it to him and that made him smile. It was obvious of whom that had came from. And he loved it just by the start. sliding his fingers to the paper he carefully started opening it up.

Breakfast had been rather interesting this morning, to say the least. There was always some sort of drama at Slytherin table but the fact that it had involved a different house this time was hilarious. It happened from time to time, since Slytherins usually had problems with those from the other houses but this particular time had caught her attention because it was a dispute between the Mulciber siblings.

The two oldest, and she was sure Naomi had been completely embarrassed that her older siblings had made a scene in the middle of breakfast. Aleksa had heard that Anabelle had a habit of dragging others into her drama, even if she didn't know it, but that had been ridiculous.

And funny.

Judging from what she knew about the oldest Mulciber, Walter, the fourth year thought it completely believable that he was at fault for whatever Hit had questioned him about. Aleksa had only heard bits and pieces, but it had something to do with Hit being in Gryffindor. While Aleksa didn't quite understand the whole ordeal with Anabelle's house, it seemed like it was a big deal.

She should probably ask Naomi about it at some point. But she wondered if the other Slytherin would even tell her about it.

Now that Aleksa thought it about it, the Mulcibers seemed like they were a very Slytherin oriented family, judging from the houses of the other three siblings. So maybe that was it. She was the only Gryffindor in the family? Sheesh.

Aleksa didn't have time to feel bad for the second oldest Mulciber, though. She didn't particularly care about the girl either, so there was no point in feeling bad anyways. Besides, she didn't need any sh*t from Naomi if she mentioned feeling bad for her sister. Aleksa let out a sigh as she pushed the doors to the library open to walk in.

The fourteen year old had a thing for the library. For books was probably more like it. She liked reading a lot, and some people tended to ask how she was sorted into Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw. The answer usually became apparently rather quickly after the question was asked, though. Aleksa had come to hate being asked why she was a Slytherin instead of a Ravenclaw and anyone who did ask usually got a snarky response.

She picked a random book from one of the shelves, the cover looking interesting, and proceeded to move toward one of the tables not too far away from her. It was empty at first but as she walked toward it, someone else made it there before her. Aleksa scoffed, her eyes narrowing just a bit from the oh-so-great pleasure of having someone take the table she had wanted to sit at before her.

Well, she wasn't giving it up now.

Rolling her eyes, Aleks continued walking toward it. She pulled a chair out on the opposite side, a few seats down from the boy, and sat herself in it. She opened the book, but allowed her eyes to wander to the boy to find that he seemed rather entertained by the letter in his hands.

"Pathetic."

The single word resonated from her mouth as she scoffed once again.

Opening it wide and extending the letter just in front of him over the parchment he really had to work on instead but still very distracted from it. He had a very good reason though. He hated to disappoint the potion's professor but his handwriting would have to grow in height the last inches of his essay... This was far more interesting even if it was really simple.

Hi Stephen,

Mum said she would send you this. Today a flower bloomed in my hand. It was yellow and it was beautiful. Mum said it was beautiful. Dad did not say that. He was busy. He always is. Hope you doing well.

Adriana

Stephen smiled wider. It was so nice to receive a letter for a change and it was wonderful to receive one from her. Her very first letter was addressed to him. Suddenly he didn't fell so invisible... He was never invisible to her, of course, and she knew how to show it. And it seemed her powers was showing. That was just amazing.

Being so distracted with her little childish letter he didn't notice he had been followed to the table. And in fact there was someone siting there a few chairs across from him. He was only aware of that fact when the girl in question spoke. Stephen didn't gave it much attention because it was impossible that someone was talking to him but raised his eyes from the letter for a bit to realize there was no one else there but him and that girl.

Raising his right eyebrow in a are you talking to me sort of way, Stephen gave voice to his thoughts: "Did you say something?" He didn't had the 'to me' part thinking that could not be taken the best way. It could be taken in a smugly way... He wouldn't definitely need to be thought as a smug or arrogant... That would be his social death.