Order of the Sphinx... Why should HP get to have all the fun?

Chapter 19: Charlie

Disclaimer: If I was J.K Rowling, I wouldn't be currently procrastinating, I'd be out kicking ass with my awesome writing skills and Harry Potter characters.

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Obviously, I'm not J.K. So therefore I do not own her world nor her characters

Chapter 19: Charlie

I smiled down at the letter which sat on my open charms book. It was a letter from the Welsh dragon keeper who had been among the team to move Anwen to the Welsh reserve up in the mountains. She had been there about a week and had settled in well with the other Dragons. The Keeper was impressed I had taken the initiative to report her in and said that I could visit her whenever I pleased. I was keen to take him up on that offer. He hadn’t guessed my lineage which amused me to no end as I had asked him heaps of questions about all the different reserves, species and keepers, giving him a glimpse that I had a knowledge of the Varias Clan other girls my age did not.

The Library was quiet, save only for the scratching of quills against parchment and the turning of paper. It was oddly peaceful and reminded me of home; lazy Saturday afternoons on the farm where dad would read the trading post, mum would be reading her newest novel, Roxy had been reading all the catalogues which would mysteriously appear in our letter box and I would be scrawling in my journal or reading Twilight for the millionth time.

As I was looking around the library, I savored the different smells which created a melody of scents which only accompanied the whispered barrage of thoughts which seemed to personally talk to me about various different topics and subjects, some which I hadn’t either bothered to consider in talking to Dumbledore on areas of interest nor thought of to seriously because they seemed to daunting. A few students filtered out, keen to get away from the studious atmosphere and chill in their dorms.

I wish I wished I had that luxury.

No, McGonagall expected an essay on why attempting transfigurations on sentient creatures should be attempted only with the upmost of care. I had only written one paragraph before procrastinating and doing my charms essay. I let out a breathy sigh and wagered I should stop procrastinating and just do it. My efforts were dismal enough to earn me yet another week of detention and after only just being cleared from McGonagall’s first bout of detention from the Great Hall play incident, she had been giving me and Will a bad enough time as it was.

I stood, brushed some invisible dust from my skirt and went in searching of a book or a journal which would help me with the essay. McGonagall would just have to be pleased with what she got.

When I passed the books on magical creatures I paused, frowning to myself. Then took a few steps backwards to see if what I saw the first time was actually there. It was. I smiled to myself as I watched a cute little red haired first year jumping up and down in an effort to swipe a half dislodged book.

Glaring at the book, said first year placed his hands on his hips and pouted, his thoughts rambling about bloody books and not doing what they were told. Then, a new plan came to the little fellow and he climbed on the edge of a lower shelf and awkwardly hoisted himself up as one hand tried to blindly feel for the book.

He was one shelf off, and needed to be a level higher. His feet were shaking badly with his efforts and I grew concerned, something telling me he would probably fall off. “Hey, little guy!” I said, walking forwards to steady him. My words shocked him and he swung his head around to look at me, gasped, then toppled off his perch and landed with a thud on the ground, bringing books from numerous different shelves down around him like a sudden rain storm.