Browsing through the files of boredom

[vaeira]

Humming a small tune of one of the muggle bands, Roxbury flipped through the pages of the book in her hand. A simple poitions book. Her marked pages still left in it while her fingers skimmed across unused pages. With nothing to do, Roxy had a incling to just go find a new potion to add to her list of knowledge and just get the books containments over with. So here in the library she stood, leaning up against one of the many shelves a tune stuck in her head, trying to get the fact that the room was to quiet away.

Sighing lightly she placed the book back on the shelf and looked at the long rows of books and shrugged. Well, as long as one of them held her attention then she would be fine. She walked lightly, looking at the titles, browsing for one that caught her attention. Stopping she looked up at one that unfortunatly was out of her reach. She glanced around quickly and spotted one of the ladders. She grasped it and pulled it to her next victim, if it could be called that, and climbed it. Taking the book off the shelf she layed it on the top of the ladder and opened it, wondering what it actually entailed.

[Ophelia Rose]

Still a bit depressed from crying about her dad Ophelia Fletcher was in the library. This was her usual way of venting; going to the library to read. Ophelia really enjoyed reading; unlike most. Ophelia was crying because she had partly told the story to some Ravenclaw girl. She really shouldn't have. Every time she did it made her cry. Every single time she would replay that time in her life, that very tragic moment.

Ophelia was carrying a stack of rather thick books. Eight books actually. She did this a lot too. She read really fast and could think quick. She got her wittiness from her father. He thought of the cleverest, most sarcastic thing to say, awfully fast. Tonight her hair was in a bun, out of her face and she was wearing her perfectly pleated skirt, button down shirt, and black and yellow vest with the dear Hufflepuff crest on it. Her eyes were red from crying and there were dark circles under them.

Ophelia's shoe happened to be un-tied; of course. Just her luck she managed to trip and fall. The books flew and were now strewn across the floor. Ophelia was laying, flat on her face, her nose nearly broken. This happened to her quite often and she was no longer embarrassed by this, just aggravated that it ruined her lovely night of reading. Ophelia had twisted her ankle, almost in a complete circle. Ophelia refused to get up though, and despite all this Ophelia would refuse to go to the hospital wing.

[Justly]

"Do you all have a club or something? How many students trip and fall around here, honestly?!" Gwyneth murmered setting down her own large pile of books as she crouched down beside the fallen girl. A housemate apparently.
"Are you alright?" She asked wearily, gathering the girl's books in her arms. "Honestly, I go around picking so many people off floors it's almost comical. Anything broken?"

[Ophelia Rose]

"Yeah, I think there are quite a few things broken." Ophelia said, trying to laugh. At this point in time it honestly hurt to laugh. Her nose was broken, her knee was messed up, and her nkle had been twisted. Somehow Ophelia had managed to pick herself up off of the floor and sit down in a chair. "Ow." She mumbled, holding her head.

[Justly]

"Hmph, well you might aswell tell me what hurts. I can probably fix you up enough to where you can walk again," Gwyneth replied, setting Ophelia's books down on the table beside her. She took a moment to study the girl before shaking her head. "Do you do this often?"