Books... erm... no thanks (Ranka)

[morgan]

Morgan slammed the book down in frustration onto the desk, probably a little louder than necessary, accompanied by an equally frustrated 'ssshhh!' noise from the librarian. No matter how hard he tried, the information (that had proved to be less interesting with every second that passed spent reading it) just didn't seem to be going in.

He looked around the empty library, hardly anyone was there. And, try as he might to stay on top of his homework... he'd simply had enough for today. He crossed his arms in front of him on the desk and laid his head down.

[batgirl]

A Ravenclaw in the Library? Shocking [ only not really ],

Ranka had been spending the majority of her time locked up in the library since she had arrived here at trios. Not, it's not because she was the classic stereotype of a Ravenclaw [ though, that may be part of it ], but because she did have homework like everyone else, and she did enjoy a good read every once in a while. Now, is that a crime? I dare think not! So, this is where we join Ranka today, her pale finger outlining the many headings of the books as she looked for something of interest. The Dark arts, maybe something to help her get through charms without blowing up the T.A..anything would work really.

But her search, never the less was interrupted. a rather loud slam of a book could be heard across the library, Ranka giving a small jump when she heard the noise. She grunted a bit, hearing the librarian give a shush. That was really unnecessary by the person who slammed the book down. But alas, not everyone in the school seems to have the best of ideas. Still, Ranka couldn't help but wonder what was so frustrating to the character. Peering through some empty shelves she noted a boy resting his head down a table, the book he had just shut resting underneath him. she grinned. I doubt books make good pillows...

Walking over to him, Ranka Bit at her lip ring, a nervous habit that she has. Her bright brown orbs rested upon him as she stood on the other end of the table, arching her eyebrow. "Erm. I take it you are having trouble?" she asked, tilting her head a bit. The English as so strange.