Post by Anastasia Halliwell on Jul 7, 2007 9:02:45 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: The illustrious halls of Magik School were an endless maze of classes and dorms weaved under a web of secrecy. It was possible for anyone to get lost wandering the halls.
Being raised around magic and the school, Anastasia still had a hard time keeping track of where she was. But, this was Magik School. Anyone could just simply think of the place they wanted to be and suddenly, like a simple breeze, you'd magically appear at your destination.
The library wasn't one of those hard-to-find places. Any book, any spell, anything you needed for class could be found there. It was the gathering place of information and research. Yet, far beyond the books and memories were the archives of all things. Magical theories that didn't quite work or spells that were unconventional or too dangerous to use. It was the place the past met the present under lock and chain. There, were the pieces of puzzles left unsolved and even dark secrets best left alone.
Her find was by pure chance while her way in was all too normal. Her mother wasn't the only one who could pick a lock. Still, going that far a spell or two did make itself useful. Like the hallways at Magik School, the shelves were just as mysterious and alluring. For her, it was place of peace and knowledge.
Yet at the very moment she arrived at Magik School, her mind was sent on one thing. It wasn't something she needed from a book or a scroll. The library wasn't just a place for people to read but convene, discuss and do. Waiting for her sister near the demonic section, Anastasia began to slight pace. Her mind was in a frenzy. Breathing at the moment was somewhat difficult as she would at times forget to inhale and exhale. Luckily, there was no one in the library to point and laugh at her. ::
:: The illustrious halls of Magik School were an endless maze of classes and dorms weaved under a web of secrecy. It was possible for anyone to get lost wandering the halls.
Being raised around magic and the school, Anastasia still had a hard time keeping track of where she was. But, this was Magik School. Anyone could just simply think of the place they wanted to be and suddenly, like a simple breeze, you'd magically appear at your destination.
The library wasn't one of those hard-to-find places. Any book, any spell, anything you needed for class could be found there. It was the gathering place of information and research. Yet, far beyond the books and memories were the archives of all things. Magical theories that didn't quite work or spells that were unconventional or too dangerous to use. It was the place the past met the present under lock and chain. There, were the pieces of puzzles left unsolved and even dark secrets best left alone.
Her find was by pure chance while her way in was all too normal. Her mother wasn't the only one who could pick a lock. Still, going that far a spell or two did make itself useful. Like the hallways at Magik School, the shelves were just as mysterious and alluring. For her, it was place of peace and knowledge.
Yet at the very moment she arrived at Magik School, her mind was sent on one thing. It wasn't something she needed from a book or a scroll. The library wasn't just a place for people to read but convene, discuss and do. Waiting for her sister near the demonic section, Anastasia began to slight pace. Her mind was in a frenzy. Breathing at the moment was somewhat difficult as she would at times forget to inhale and exhale. Luckily, there was no one in the library to point and laugh at her. ::
