Lovely Bones [Amelia]

Aragorn sat in a secluded corner of the library, holding a book in his hand. It was astounding how many wizards wrote books and ended up publishing their books in the muggle world instead of the Wizarding world. Apparently, wizards didn't enjoy fairy tales as much as muggles. At least that's what it seemed like from all of the wizard-gone-muggle writers.

He yawned and lay his head down on his arm, reading his new book thoroughly. It was called the Lovely Bones. His sister had mentioned something about it after a field trip to the muggle world. It wasn't a book that she'd been speaking of, but it was a 'movie' about the book. It was certainly interesting. He was only a couple pages in at the moment.

Amelia walked in with tired steps, carrying a tall stack of books. She borrowed them from the library months before, but had no desire of bringing them back, so she let them accumulate and then she had to hurt her back, carrying them. She bluntly put them over a table and went in a search for new books.

After a few minutes, she pulled from the shelving five heavy books. She sat on a wooden chair and began to leaf through one of them, The Virgin Suicides. There was a quite good 90's movie about that book, and Amelia watched it three times, but she would always rather reading. It had a very heavy theme, but a nice message. It was a hypnotizing book, and Amelia hoped she could feel numb with that read.

Aragorn looked up at a girl carrying in too many books. He almost scoffed as he watched her for a millimoment of the moment he was currently in. She could've just used magic to carry it in instead of doing it the muggle way and carrying too much. That's why wizards were superior in a way to muggles, wasn't it?

He sighed and went back to the words on his pages scoffing mentally at the other girl. He yawned after a while and checked where he was in the book. Just a little over half way. He grimaced and sighed, he'd just wasted another chance to take his time with a good book. He shook himself out and marked the page he'd been on, looking around at the library carefully to see who all was left there as well. He probably hadn't been there more than two hours, if he was lucky.

He stood, leaving the Lovely Bones there on his table and stretched, walking around and observing the pathways of books upon books upon books. Before he got himself too caught up in the book he'd been reading, he wanted to speak to a human soul, one that actually existed.

He found one, luckily, and started towards her. It was the girl that had entered with the large amount of books. He cleared his throat softly and placed a soft finger poke on her shoulder, "Excuse me."