Post by Faye Oberlin on Apr 9, 2017 16:03:15 GMT -5
little miss faye  | Faye was in her natural habitat - the library. Throughout the years at Hogwarts, she spent probably more than half of it in the library, either studying or reading or just trying to avoid having to socialize with her Housemates back in the Ravenclaw common room. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to see the honey-blonde female having taken a whole table for herself with her various books, rolls of parchment, and inkwells all scattered about in what was probably best described as "organized chaos". Today, however, was a bit different. For one thing, the table she was sitting at wasn't entirely covered completely - there was only a single pile of leather-bound books rising up tall in precariously fashion to the right side of the sixth year. She had come in here to just read and learn something new - but honestly, by now, she probably had managed to read nearly every single book in this library, and even some in the Restricted Section. Her original intent was to read up on the differences between wizarding Divination and centaur Divination - Faye was convinced that centaur Divination was akin to Muggle astrology, or they at least seemed to be surprisingly similar. However, she had gotten distracted upon reminding herself of Muggle things, which led to her pining for those Muggle fairy tales her father would always read to her as a little girl. Luckily for her, she happened to have a copy of her favorite fairy tale of her childhood: Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. Although she'd never admit such a thing aloud, Faye wished that she had a fellow Muggleborn with whom she could relate childhood experiences to - conversations between pure and half-blood magical folk about their childhoods were vastly different from what Faye had had. For one thing, she never had a toy broom, or a magically color-changing stuffed animal to cuddle with, or even a family dinner cooked for by House Elves. It made her childhood seem all the more mundane. It would be nice, for once, to gush about Disney movies or play a Muggle board game. Sometimes it felt like Peter Pan was her only tie to the Muggle world anymore. She just hoped that neither Umbridge nor some pureblood fanatic would see her reading this Muggle fairy tale. She wasn't in the mood to try to talk sense and logic into them about why Peter Pan was undoubtedly the best book in the entire world, and how nothing would tear her apart from it. |
