ink - sirius black

translations and greenhouses

November 7, 1976
4:24 pm
Hogwarts Library

The western wing of the library was entirely dedicated to creation of magic. The many volumes ranged from having paragraphs and diagrams full of the elements necessary to create a new potion to ways to apply rare charms to objects they had never been bonded to before. One entire bookshelf stretching to the high ceiling was full of theory of the origin of magic itself, knowledge guessed and gained by centuries of witches and wizards.

This also happened to be a large portion of the Restricted Section.

Because inventing a form magic could go so poorly so quickly, only sixth years and above were allowed in this particular section. This meant that things were much more quiet with the lack of loud fourth years and confused first years, making it easier to focus.

Sitting at one of the large circular tables tucked away in this west corner, Anneliese had completely lost track of time.

Her wavy hair had been thrown into an unsuccessful attempt of a bun with strands of hair still going down her freckled cheeks, and her scarlet and golden tie was hanging loosely around her neck.

There was a smudge of dark blue ink on one cheek, as well as on the rolled up sleeves of her white shirt after she had taken off her robes from it getting too stuffy. After sitting in a chair for too long, Anneliese had transferred to sitting on top of the table.

Heaps of books and scrolls were scattered all around her, with old leather covers opened to crumbling yellow pages that were only still intact by a large amount of Reinforcing Charms. For the past two hours, she had been pouring over them with notes of her own, only getting up to check the copper clock a few shelves away occasionally.

From across the library, a muggle book about Latin was open in Anneliese's hands, along with a long list of simple spells and their effects sitting on her lap.

She was starting to detect a pattern in the ancient language with the spells she had been using her whole life, how their roots were tied to their Latin meanings. Grabbing a quill, Callaway jotted down the latest spell she had just translated in her small book with a satisfied smile.

expellia - latin for 'to drive'
expelliarmus - drive wand out of opponent's hand

A soft voice snapped her out of it.

"Hey, uhm, A," Alice said in a small voice. "Sprout told me to come get you, you're nearly a half hour late for class."

Anneliese let out a tiny squeal of startled shock that she quickly cleared her throat after, turning to Alice apologetically as she hastily started to throw the most important books into her brown leather bag.

"Jesus christ, I am so sorry," she said with wide eyes as she shoved a few books back onto the shelf. "I completely lost track of time."

"It's alright," Alice replied, helping her return everything back where it belonged. "Do you want this one put up?"

"Yea, all I need are these three and my notebook," Anneliese said, holding up three thin, neat volumes. "Thank you so much, I would have missed Herbology completely!"

"Thank Sirius," Fortescue said as they started to jog towards Greenhouse No. 4. "He's the one who convinced Sprout not to give you a detention because 'I've seen her have total control of Peeves before and you really don't want that against you.'"

"He said that?" the blonde asked with a slightly flustered expression as they stepped outside.

"Sure did," Alice grinned, setting down her bag outside the greenhouse as A did the same. "Took quite a bit of effort to convince Sprout, but he didn't seem to mind."