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Post by hunter malone shaw on May 4, 2012 12:29:04 GMT -5
The library.
His third home away from home.
Hunter sighed pleasantly as he walked into the room, the smell of books aging hitting much like it did everytime he walked in. In his book bag he had both his Transfiguration and Charms stuff, two classes which he enjoyed thoroughly. He just didn't appreciate the workload that came with those classes. Trudging towards a table he gently tossed his bag onto the side and took the other side, resting there for a moment.
Hunter knew he wasn't like his two older, Gryffindor brothers; they used their bulk and their strength to get themselves places. Hunter used his head. Resting his chin on his hand, he reached over and pulled his Charms work out, staring at the mass of words and things he knew he'd have to organize properly before even attempting to start his homework.
The sixth year Ravenclaw wanted to work in the Ministry. He had the marks to become an Auror, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to physically work in the building with the others and not have to worry about being cursed or jinxed or anything too horrible on the job. He wanted security, not adventures. Hunter reached into his bag again and grabbed a quill, sighing when he saw the tip was bent.
Oh well. He'd get a new one eventually. Setting up what he called his 'work space', Hunter began to re-organize the notes he had written earlier that day and began his Charms homework.
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