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Post by bidelia.jamesina.cockburn on Oct 2, 2011 15:30:36 GMT -5
BIDDY COCKBURN
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
[/right][/blockquote] [/font] Biddy frowned.
Why did they have to make the bookshelves so high? What about the kids like her (despite the fact that she was the only one) who wanted to reach that really far away book on the third shelf? It didn't matter that there were thousands of more books that were at her eye-level-- all that mattered was that there was one book. It was red. It was big. And it had pictures in it-- Biddy was sure-- unlike the majority of these books in this library. (The young girl, although bright, was still having some struggles with the overly long Latin words frequently used in these books).
Standing up on the very tip of her light blue flats-- the young girl's hand just barely skimmed the brim of the book's spine, before Biddy let her heels drop onto the thick, musty, carpet once more. This whole 'being-short' thing was really getting old, and Biddy wasn't getting any younger. Peering up at the book once more with a faint scowl on her face, Biddy, out of final desperation, took a faint hop with her one arm outstretched.
Ten seconds later, the girl sat down on the floor in satisfaction-- opening the book with a flick of her hand and onto some, weathered, random page-- pleased with herself for her own ingenious. To add to her pleasure, the page she opened to illustrated a large centaur with chestnut fur and strong legs. Transfixed, Biddy stared at the picture for a moment longer, before flipping the page after deciding to ask hr father to take her to see the centaurs in the forest later.
Preoccupied with her book, Biddy did not hear the sound of footsteps behind her, lightly stepping across the thick carpet.
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Post by griselda on Oct 2, 2011 17:05:20 GMT -5
Grissy's eyes lowered carefully as she allowed her head to hit her desk in utter exhaustian from the days work. She had to work quite hard to make the students that she taught understand one word of the simplest subject she'd ever seen well besides potions to her. Alchemy wasn't supposed to be simple to do, but also it shouldn't be so hard to understand that it went with the law of equal exchange, thus, why were these students some of which she'd recently knew from school having such a difficult time understanding this, especially some of the smartest in the class.
Finally after a few moment's Griselda stood from her desk picked up the day's books and headed towards the door. By this time normally the young Cockburn would have been long gone from her classroom enjoying her own time in her little home in hogsmeade coming up with her next book dealing into the many wonders of the potions world. Tonight however that would have to pospond for she had to return a few books to the library and look into taking some notes to figure for the next class she'd be teaching in a few days, thus she took off for the library.
As she reached the library after a few moments Griselda sighed feeling the day hit her harder and harder every second, "I can't wait to be back home for the night. Maybe have a little wine and read a good book... or continue on that theorum..." She then smiled allowing her fantasy's of her relaxation when she returned home make her feel better about how this day had gone. It wasn't that hard for Griselda to make herself feel better and calm about a situation, though, being a Cockburn didn't make it surprising that she was a little hot headed.
After returning the books she'd checked out a few days ago Grissy began to meander her way through the bookshelves till she finally found a few she was looking for. Just as she was getting ready to go however she heard a thud a couple of bookshelves down. Wondering what it could have been Griselda moved throughout the bookshelves till she came upon a small form sitting onthe floor of the library looking at a book.
"Waiting for daddy sweety?" she said her voice crisp, but innocent. Grissy was someone who adored her family especially her little niece Biddy. Bidelia was one of the sweetest little girls Griselda had ever seen and knew that she had to have gotten her ways from her father seeing as her mother was no more then a lowsy no good dead beat, "what you reading?" |
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Post by bidelia.jamesina.cockburn on Oct 3, 2011 19:01:01 GMT -5
BIDDY COCKBURN
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
[/right][/blockquote] [/font] The pages were old and crisp, and Biddy, realizing this, took extra care when flipping the pages. They seemed so fragile, so delicate—easily ripped in the hand. The words where large and dramatically flourished—making the young girl having to squint and peer close to the page to make out the letters. Eventually, four or five words into the paragraph, Biddy stopped trying and merely admired the craft of the font.
The book was thick and covered in a fine layer of dust on every page. The art inside the book was spectacular, and even Biddy herself paused to appreciate the pastel pictures despite her young age. Her brown eyes took in first the picture of the valiant centaur, then a gaggle of merfolk sunning themselves on the rocky outcrops of Hogwarts’s lake. A nasty looking dragon followed, quickly tailed by two animated Hogwarts statues at spar.
Biddy stared intently at this last picture—the pictures frozen on the page, inanimate like most of the books in the library. It was seldom you found a book with the pictures alive—it was mostly the paintings on the stone walls of Hogwarts that spoke and waved back to your beckons. Yet—this picture. The knights of stone and their flashing still swords—seemed to roll off the page, almost 3D. A faint buzzing filled the young girl’s ears, which after tilting her head to the side and intensifying her gaze—Biddy recognized the buzzing as it slowly grew into faint conversations and the dim roaring of a crowd.
Blinking, Biddy stared at the picture with wide eyes—the knight’s swords (which had been locked in combat) slowly rolled as one as the taller parried the other. From a slow snail crawl the speed increased until the swords were flashing and sparking at blinding speeds—white sparks flying off the page and into the air, catching the young girl on the cheek who stared in disbelief at the page—
“Waiting for Daddy, sweetie?”
Biddy jumped, as if shocked—her head snapping up and over to the side, staring up the approaching figure with wide eyes. Oh. Oh! “Hello, Auntie!” Biddy piped back, her most recent experience momentarily forgotten. “Daddy’s teaching a class right now. I’m saposed’ to wait in the library.”
The girl took the chance to look back down at the book, once again reminded in a sudden surge of thought. Her hand had moved to cover the picture—and as Biddy lifted it out of the way, she did not hide her surprise to see the picture still once more.
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