The Library

A gigantic collection of books which no single person has single-handedly read every volume of.

Walking along an aisle with her tray held steadily in her arms, Alexandra navigated around the library with ease and selected a few choice volumes before tucking them under her arm and walking to thebeavh to do some reading and eating. These were simply advanced spell books that were far more easy to replace than most of the books in their library.

Heading into the library for one last time before she left, Alexandra skimmed all the shelves and grabbed the books that she thought may be vital in the coming weeks. A particular book on Griffins caught her eye and she slipped it into her back-pack before leaving behind the library for god knows how long.

Reading through some classic texts in the library, she sighed happily as she was surrounded with the familiar smell of books.

This seemed to be the most quiet part of her house unsurprisingly. But no, that wasn't quite true. It was the most peaceful, quiet place in the house. There were quieter areas like the Master Bedroom, Music room or the basement, but she couldn't go there. Too many of the times spent with her family and friends haunted the empty mirrors and silent rooms. Family dead and friends lost, there was too much that she was not ready to face yet. Too much, too soon and with no one to help her that really... Understood her?
Well, Ouriel did in his own way, but he was not human enough to comprehend her. His life was an eternal stretch of time compared to her own, which would be gone in the blink of an eye. As for her brother, he was comfort but there was a certain element of duty there. Roberto had to sympathize whether he liked it or not, besides, he was out with friends too often and left her alone to the quiet hallways and to her lonely footsteps.

Shoving it to the back of her mind, she immersed herself in books as she did during her lonely moments at Hogwarts. It distracted her from reality and made her feel more fulfilled. Like what she did actually mattered and that what she knew and learnt helped.

'Lonely. Hav'n... seen -ny fr-nds... months.' her reply had a hint of sadness to it. The company of her house-elves was all right, but then again, did it really compensate for a friend's love? They were servants and would be loyal to the end, but she needed equal friendship.
'-n you?' Alexandra quickly changed the topic, not wanting to linger on her own emotional state too much although the residing tone in her last sentence still probably stayed in the connection. Even though it was not the best for her, Alexandra was too shy and worried of condemnation of her feelings to expose them. The curse of being 'old for her age'. She was an outsider to everyone in terms of maturity, experience and age. Emotions in creatures is like mass in the universe, impossible to separate no matter how hard someone tried.

Li... e I sa... d, hm~ Just exp... ing ca... es and such,

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As long ...s you... .... safe, okay? Jus-

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Just ...e carefu...

Aries's threat echoed in her mind, and Misery tried her best to make Alexandra understand the possibility of her {Alexandra herself, that is} being in danger.
... careful and-

'-nd what?' Alexandra questioned urgently before firing off many more as fast as she could, her mind racing with possibilities as to exactly where Misery was and what situation she was in. Could she help her friend at all? How did this happen? As she tried to rationalize these into one, she slowly and very clearly made out the first sentence not interrupted by distortion or lack of concentration throughout their whole conversation.
'What the hell is going on?' worry, tension and grimness permeated her tone.

Ena, if you see-

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Silence and a sudden absence from her mind greeted her. All she had heard was 'Ena, if you see a-' before the connection broke of completely. Alexandra pondered on what Misery would have said if not for the interruption and what the cause of the interruption was exactly. But all she drew was a blank, at least her logical side. Another part of her was extremely paranoid as to the whole thing as she closed her shields and wrapped them tightly around her conciousness. What on earth was going on?
This would not be easily distracted with books at all, she gazed at the pile morosely. With a flick of her wand, the books hovered above the table then went back to their shelves.