Amelia had been standing outside the door to the defense against the dark arts classroom for some time now, watching as several other students proceeded to enter and take their seats. Amelia could see into the classroom from where she was standing, not able to see the writing on the chalkboard from this distance, but able to observe the people inside. She held a novel in her hands - The Thirteenth Tale, one of her favourites - to give the impression that she was reading. The words on the page, though, were not holding her attention as well as observing and interpreting the actions of her peers.
The reason Amelia was leaning against the corridor wall instead of sitting in the classroom was simple. The very process she was participating in - one that involved eavesdropping and observation - was one that she had seen the professor do as well. The little notes Professor Delacour made in her notebooks were not lost on Amelia. And though she enjoyed observing others, Amelia was not so fond of it when the tables were turned. She preferred to watch, not to be watched.
As the room began to fill, Amelia figured it was about time she too entered, not wanting to be the last to arrive. After marking her page, Amelia closed the book and tucked it into her satchel among all the others, swinging it over her shoulder as she entered the room. She read the board, not particularly astounded by the topic, and took a seat next to a Slytherin girl she recognized as being one of the two Elijah had been cohorting with at the Yule Ball.
by Guest Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:19 pm
