Remington Burnham
Do we have to?
Thu Aug 2, 2018 22:11
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Remington’s sunflower patterned black flats clicked across the floor as the Draco made a beeline for the library. This was not an abnormal occurrence, but the speed at which she walked was more determined than usual. She’d been in the Draco commons debating with her house’s third year transfer, Malachi Crenton. They’d found themselves in that situation for the past few days, usually after dinner, and she enjoyed it. Until today, however, she hadn’t felt the need to find evidence to prove that her side was correct.

The sunflower bow that held back her curls was charmed to open into a full bloom based on her mood, and this was the happiest the flower had ever seemed. The night before the two had began talking about the nature of magic - whether or not it was inherently good and evil, light and dark - which was one of Remington’s favorite concepts. This led to a question: were Unforgivable Curses originally created with beneficial applications in mind?

Malachi was clearly on the opposite side. Remington, however, thought all magic was neutral, but that wasn’t the question. They weren’t debating that; they were discussing the history behind creating the Unforgivables. Specifically, they’d gotten stuck on the Imperius curse. She could have sworn that during her adventures in the more questionable section of the library she’d read a passage on situations in which the Imperious curse could be used for good. The book appeared in her imagination clear as day. Its spine was red with brown leather tendrils curling over the side, and the text was in a golden scrawl that had somehow lost its sheen. The shelf it was on, however, and its location in the library remained a foggy mystery. If only she could remember. Then she could grab the book quickly, find that passage, and bring it to Malachi. Their conversations hadn’t continued into a second day yet, but that wasn’t going to stop her.

Remington carefully stuck her wand behind her ear instead of inside her jeans pocket when she made it to the aisle she suspected the book lived. She used the sleeve of her sky blue slightly oversized sweater to clean a particularly dusty red tome, but it didn’t seem to be the one she wanted. Brown eyes remained transfixed on the shelf, searching for a book with a title and author that remained lost to her at least two years old memory, and didn’t seem to notice that someone else was occupying the space.

  • Let's make this complicated - Dade Farnon, Fri Jul 20 06:27
    The problem was that Dade needed to learn more things without people knowing what he was learning. That meant other students (just in case), that meant professors (because they wouldn’t approve), and ... more
    • Do we have to? - Remington Burnham, Thu Aug 2 22:11
      • Of course we do - Dade, Wed Aug 8 10:59
        From the nook where he was hiding, Dade saw a bow on top of dark hair. Remington - there was nobody else it could be. Nobody in the school wore bows like that except her. That didn’t make him feel... more
        • I was the one to initiate - Remington, Wed Aug 8 22:06
          The next spine Remington touched felt sticky, and she wrinkled her nose as she wiped the tips of her fingers against her jeans. Why was it sticky? Dusty was an expected sensation, perhaps even... more
          • Is that something to be proud of? - Dade, Thu Aug 16 19:01
            Dade did not hex Remington. It was very close. Remington had her wand out and the words were on the tip of Dade’s tongue when he realized that she was pointing the wand at the book she had clearly... more
            • We'll find out after this - Remington, Sat Aug 18 19:00
              Remington looked up from her book when she heard the greeting. She almost turned to look over her shoulder. Dade was saying hey. Dade was saying hey to her. Really? She couldn’t remember the last... more
              • Take this as a 'no' - Dade, Tue Aug 21 11:08
                When Remington sat down across from Dade, he relaxed a little bit. It was harder to get into a dueling situation when you were sitting down - it wasn’t impossible, just more difficult because at some ... more
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