Restricted Section

[Porcelaine Ivory]

┨Restricted Section┠



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This is the Restricted Section, home of books on Dark Magic, extremely complicated spells, and dangerous potions. The doors are locked and chained shut because students are only permitted access with a legitimate teacher's note. Trespassing will result in a loss of house points and a detention. Further punishment may be applied upon closer assessment of each situation.

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[Pale Mist]

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Eyes of a raven
and ears of a hound
to hear the snakes in the grass.
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The high gloss and dark webs of the restricted section held no fight against the woman's normal restraint on her facial features. The smile; dark, twisted and with the highest value of pure joy was painted gracefully over her pale lips. Green eyes shimmering like brewing acid in the restrained light. The section of the library the witch now stood in - every aspect of shadow veiling her all too naturally - was perhaps too full of memories to bear. Those of her own visits to the section in the days of her formal eduction - both permitted and disallowed. Those of scandalous sneaky that resulted in more than a few extremely memorable moments with a certain Nott. And even the very rare instances where she had in fact befitting from the privacy and higher level of the section towards more honourable choices.
The witch with her still-smiling lips could not help a flash of bitterness pass her as she smacked her tongue and nearly shivered with an unknown chill. Eyes still scanning the many labels of the ancient and yellowing area, she reached deep into her robes and pulled out a small decorated bottle. Opening it with practised and almost naturally thoughtless ease, she touched it to her lips and took a mighty swig. Visibly shuddering at whatever the thing's contents were, the touching paleness and added luster to her hair immediately vanished. The darkness her acid eyes had momentarily taken on returned to the light of normal cast shadows. The air did not even have a chance to waver by the sudden motioned preformed in the ticking seconds.
Returning then to her task, with just as larger a smile, she continued to read and jump from title to title with clear target not yet found. Two books already under her arm. One covering the other - which was visibly aged - and the front reading Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science by Argo Pyrites.



 

[Essy ze Ninja]

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

And I know the way I left wasn't fair

I didn't want to be around just to bring you down

Remington Jagger Nott

Darkness, it stretched forth looming over tenacity and malice within its grasp, clawing fierce and sure with painted red and yellow bursts, teasing and torturous, cast off by the might of the oil lamp in his left hand. The flames licked the oil greedily, dancing delightful and willful under his siege. He slithered, creeping close to shadows as they enveloped him whole, swallowing him until there was nothing but the bright immensity held just beneath his fingertips.

He trudged past books of dark arts, renowned evils, or deathly destructions. He maneuvered past books of curiosities and delights; one’s who chapters contained depths too horrid, too descriptive, for children to bear the thought, while others, plagued motives of questionable intent behind their words, and, required heed of a keen eye to observe. But, he shouldered past each and every one, until he found himself in a particular nook of the library.

Memories breathed down his neck triggering the hairs to stand on end, and creeping flesh of memory traced his skin with painted nails, and red lips. The fluster of her hair felt as familiar as life, and it flickered over him—for just that instance. But he needed to focus, there were too many reasons to be here. The children of Marta Nettlepot rested sorely in his hands, and he knew it. Sillia Rosier’s presence had been made to light, and sickeningly odd. And now? Alfons Flint had found himself in the grasps of this school.

Her fiery hair… His molten eyes…

Tearing through volumes of worn leather binding and faded printed scripts of gold and black and silver and red, until one book had fallen specific into his possession, History of the Great Houses. Ripping through chapters and scanning over names, and faces, and figures, and facts, he found what he was looking for—

Von Ichval Family~ No Surviving Heirs

Last name to date, last name to date, he wondered, finger pressing onto the page as he scanned through the last of their name. Rosnae Von Ichval, he noted. ”Died upon birth…fourteen years ago.” He read aloud with a bare whisper.

Furrowing his brows, he shook his head, behemoth and wild. ”No, no, no. Accio fourth year contact sheet.” He decreed with a strict tongue, lashing out at the open air with his walnut wand. With the smallest pop, a roll of parchment apparated in front of him, and with burly hands he seized the page and wrenched it wide. ”—all owls to Medina family English residence… or… Spain residence.”

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Location: Restricted Section
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I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

 

[Sir Spazalots]

Keith began to brows the shelves of Hexes and Defensive Magic, He picked out one book and began to search. He found a page filled with hexes he knew would be perfect. The perfect chance to get his revenge on her. Four spells, their information now copied down onto a piece of parchment. He moved off to the defensive Magic section. Spending an hour pretending to look into the spells. Taking notes and following the guidelines. After several hours he moved out of the restricted section and smiled. Waving at the Librarian as he went to move.

 

[shabatha]

☾ ☆ ★ ☆ ☽Shayna Aileen Snow☾ ☆ ★ ☆ ☽

So come and dance to the beat, wave your hands together
Come feel the heat, forever and forever
Listen and learn, it is time for prancing,
Now we are here, we're Caramell Dancing!

Hᴀʟғ-Bʟᴏᴏᴅ//Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ//Dᴀᴛɪɴɢ Dᴀᴠɪᴅ Cʟᴀʀɪssᴇ//Pʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛ//Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ//Vɪᴄᴇ-Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ

Where? -- Restricted Section
With? --- No one
Feeling//OoC --- Feeling reluctant to have gone through with this. Attina's Permission
Wearing --- Clothes

Shayna immediately darted to the library after the talk with Professor Elliott and went into the Restricted section. It was slightly creepy here and she went straight to a book of harder spells. She searched through it for different things that might help her, and found several. Writing down on her own paper, each spell and how it was done, Shayna put the book back and started on her research on vampires. Of course she didn't find much before she went back to the room she had been practicing in. Thankful she had what she needed for now.

Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
Don’t make me your enemy, Your enemy, Your Enemy,
So you wanna play with magic.
Boy, you should know what your falling for.


Sapphire The Owl