Post by Lazar Tibor on Jan 7, 2007 13:18:25 GMT -5
Taking a book from his trunk in his room, he hid it in his robes and looked around. No one was in the dorms that he was sharing at that time. They were quite empty, so he didn't know why he was hiding the book, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Who brought a book to the library to read? It seemed completely geeky, but he didn't know what books they would have and he didn't want to have to come back and get it at a later time. That would take precious time out of the day and he wouldn't be able to read as much.
So, he left his room and quietly made his way to the library. On his way there, he was bombarded by multiple groups of students asking him if he was going to put his name in the goblet. He would politely smile and say he wasn't sure and then continue on his way to the library after saying he had to study for a class. It was amazing how popular even he, the self proclaimed anti-social boy at Durmstrang, had become since coming to Hogwarts. Hogwarts students and some Beauxbaton students alike would walk up to him and talk to him as if he were a famous celebrity.
Stepping quickly into the library to duck a group of Hogwarts students, Lazar ran a hand through his short brown hair and looked around. There weren't many people in the library. Most would probably be hanging out in front of the Great Hall so that they can ask people as they walk out if they put their name in the goblet. Giving a small sight, he made his way to a table and sat down carefully. He was always cautious when going someplace because of his quiet and along tendencies. Large groups of people tended to make him freak out if they were all around him.
Sneakily taking the book out of his robes he put it on the table and looked at it. As Lazar looked at it, he realized he really wasn't in the mood to read. But, because he was in the library, he had to at least look like he was reading. So, the boy opened his book and started looking at the page. Ten, fifteen, twenty, half an hour past, and he didn't turn the page. It was going on one hour of staring at the same page.
So, he left his room and quietly made his way to the library. On his way there, he was bombarded by multiple groups of students asking him if he was going to put his name in the goblet. He would politely smile and say he wasn't sure and then continue on his way to the library after saying he had to study for a class. It was amazing how popular even he, the self proclaimed anti-social boy at Durmstrang, had become since coming to Hogwarts. Hogwarts students and some Beauxbaton students alike would walk up to him and talk to him as if he were a famous celebrity.
Stepping quickly into the library to duck a group of Hogwarts students, Lazar ran a hand through his short brown hair and looked around. There weren't many people in the library. Most would probably be hanging out in front of the Great Hall so that they can ask people as they walk out if they put their name in the goblet. Giving a small sight, he made his way to a table and sat down carefully. He was always cautious when going someplace because of his quiet and along tendencies. Large groups of people tended to make him freak out if they were all around him.
Sneakily taking the book out of his robes he put it on the table and looked at it. As Lazar looked at it, he realized he really wasn't in the mood to read. But, because he was in the library, he had to at least look like he was reading. So, the boy opened his book and started looking at the page. Ten, fifteen, twenty, half an hour past, and he didn't turn the page. It was going on one hour of staring at the same page.
