The Ashes To Which We Always Return

[CALLISTA AVALON HAVOC]

With a scrap of Parchment crumpled up in her hand. Her hazel eyes wide, and lost. She felt so very lost as she looked upon the section of the Library that she knew a great deal about, and why would she not.. History was a favored subject of hers, it was truly a hobby that she took to with the passion of a person truly devoted. Sadly that past comfort that came with her extensive knowledge in history and the books that pertained to it did little for her now.. Truly all that knowledge was worth utter squat now. all because knowledge evaded it remained safely hidden in one of the hundreds dust coated leather bound books that pertained to their personal history..

Sadly she didn't have a foggy clue to go off of other than that hastily drawn picture of the rune that had been found sewn in crimson thread on the back-end of a 1864 Mourning Hat that was purchased and sent from her families chain of Store that was located in America, and sent to their home store located in Knockturn. It had been sent to them because of the dark magic that encompassed the item. Normally her father could research the origin of a rune and find the right combination of protective charms to keep the Item's dark magic dormant. However with her father incarcerated he could not help and that meant her and Emery where on their own for something neither them had much knowledge in because where they knew the symbols of the magical heritage like the back of their hand, voodoo (she hoped it was voodoo but was only guessing at this point) was practically foreign to her, and with the vault sized section before her she felt the answer was like a needle in the parable haystack..

Sadly with her Mother, Emery, and Emery's young child alone at the shop with that dreadful thing it didn't matter how big that haystack was or how long it would take her to find the answer if she had to single handed pull out every bloody book in the place she would find that blasted rune and the manner of darkness that was associated with it.. She would be useful to those who depended on her after all she owed them that as she depended on them as well.. And while they were in danger there would be no sleep, no rest, no break till she had what she needed.. So it was with a determined sigh she began pulling various books, pouring over the pages looking for answers, sadly she never thought to seek out help from perhaps the one person who knew this particular section of Library better than she did.. She didn't even consider asking for help when she had passed three times over threw her hunt that was stretching onward over the course of a Saturday when most students her age would be at Hogsmeade. Yes embarrassingly it never occurred to her to ask Mr. Higgs for help..
tagged: TELEMACHUS JASPER HIGGS

[TELEMACHUS JASPER HIGGS]

NOW NUMBERS AND FIGURES TAKE UP ALL MY TIME i miss the wonders of the younger Generally speaking, it is a fairly commonplace thing for those of the miniature persuasion to have an aversion to tall heights. This wasn't something that Telemachus had ever formally encountered in his reading, be it wizarding texts or the occasional volume of one of the Muggle sciences; rather it simply seemed sensible in the same way not running into a raging inferno without a fire-retardant cloak did. He, himself, possessed no such fear - at least not anymore - and instead relished the opportunity to lord high above the heads of those who normally towered over his. Fearing heights was also quite counterproductive to his career as castle libraries in general tended to be immensely soaring, in the case of the library at Hogwarts - his library - where people had magic at their disposal for the storage and acquisition of books, the stacks were downright skyscraping. Telly grumbled impatiently atop his great rolling ladder as he extracted yet another hulking hardback from its shelf then, setting it down before him, tapped it thrice with his wand and uttered a revealing charm. The leather-bound jacket flapped up lightly about an inch or two, as though caught by a passing gust, then flopped back to stillness. This one was clean; only... oh bloody hell, he didn't want to think about how many more he had left to check before he could close up the library for the end of term in good conscience. This was the sort of thing that he'd have sooner left to students issued detentions, but it was Telly's experience that those type of students were often the ones more apt to be trusted to leaving bits of writing in library books than removing them. And besides, it was nearing end of term, most students were shockingly on their better behavior. There had been a time when he had jinxed several of the most commonly checked-out books to spit any ink scrawled onto them back into the face of the writer, but neither Minerva or Nurse de Jour had been terribly pleased with the number of temporarily tattooed faces among students. As he deftly swept his wand stackward to return 1001 Practical Uses for Sneezewort and Other Yarrows to its proper place, a shock of ginger hair caught his eye in the expanse below. Telly had always had a soft spot for gingers who, like dwarves, tended to be viewed in some sects of society as one of nature's many bad jokes, and often had numerous illogical stereotypes associated therewith. This particular ginger he'd quite admired from afar insomuch as she was most definitely a unique spirit, unflappable in the face of what the status quo deemed acceptable. Some others might certainly call Miss Havoc 'odd;' Telemachus preferred 'interesting.' Nevertheless she was the sort of girl that were she some years older and he some younger, their mothers would have certainly pressured them together - because 'no one actually wants to be single', and thus the social outcasts must be paired together like animals on an ark. This proved particularly difficult with dwarves as normal-sized women rarely found themselves attracted to men whose nose came level with their navels. Caught up in his own non sequitur, Telly snapped himself to and called down to girl below, "Ho, Miss Havoc. Sacrificing another Saturday at the altar of final examinations? Or is there something specific I can help you find? Not in need of remedy for regrowing hair after being targeted by another vicious prank, I hope." WORD COUNT: 587 TAG: CALLISTA AVALON HAVOC OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: If you do have preferences as to what the rune actually is, let me know. TEMPLATE BY HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0