The Library

Pixie: Jokingly, but not harshly, I say, "I thought you two were the dogs?"

Phoenix: I roll my eyes and elbow her playfully.

"It's kind of a long story..." I proceed to explain the details to her.

Pixie: I sober up, sort of, while he explains. "I'll give it a go, I guess."

Phoenix: I smile at her. "Thanks."

"Thank you, it's very important to defeating Crouch."

OOC: Pixie/Zira: "The sound of Crouch's dying gasp! His daughter squealing in my grasp! His vampiress's mournful cry... THAT'S MY LULLABY!"

IC:

Pixie: I smile, looking a bit twisted as I do so. "In that case... I'm all for it."

OOC Yeah but the main problem with that, Simba wasn't a murderous vengeful powerhouse lol

IC

"Shall we go now?"

OOC: ... Shhhhhhh... Nobody needs to remember that part...

IC:

Pixie: "I've got no problem with that. Nix?"

Phoenix: "If you want to. The sooner the better."

"Okay... Bir... Phoenix is the one who was there before so she'll lead us!"

Pixie: I snigger and hold up my hands in surrender. "If you wanna use nicknames, don't let me stop ya..."

Phoenix: "... Not the point."

Pixie: I continue chuckling and punch her shoulder lightly. "Lead the way."

I stand up and close the book, ready to follow.

Phoenix: I lead the way out, ignoring Pixie's continued lighthearted teasing, albeit with a small smile.

OOC: I think I'll have a headache by the end of the night... Damn speaker above my head -.-

I walk into the libary, and start scanning the shelves for any book that might help me. I knew threatening Lethe would make her worse, but it would stop her for a while. and thats all i needed, a small break in time where i could get to her- and not the other way round. But first i had to find a way to beat her...

He slips through the maze of shelves silently, save for the squeak of his shoes. His expression is blank as he lets his gaze pass over the spines of the books. Boring. Read it. Dull. Not interesting.

Jim has a plan. Oh, Jim has a plan, indeed. One that will make Sherlock feel like nothing more than an ant. No, not even that. A smile twists Jim's lips; it's an unnatural looking smile.

He chuckles quietly to himself. "Oh, Sherlock..." he murmurs. "You're not going to do very well in this game." The lovely, Irish hint to his voice makes it sound like it's merely a game of Monopoly he's talking about.

Time to get some homework done, and then after that I can resume my studies of great aurors.

Curiously, he peers around a shelf at this man.

Fairly confident. Smiles a fair bit, but also frowns, going by the tiny lines around his eyes and mouth. That's all he gets from a mere glance. He could work deeper into this man's attitude, but he won't.

There's a much more interesting way to work it out.

I take a seat across from this newcomer, hoping with all my heart he wasn't here to cause trouble.

He puts on a very convincing act of a sweet, harmless young man. He offers Artemis a tentative smile. "Hi."

I nod to him and smile friendly, "Good day."

He fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket, lowering his gaze, appearing shy. "I don't think I've seen you before..." Jim sticks out his hand towards Artemis, looking up at him again. "I'm Jim."

Looks can be deceiving, plus it would be smart given circumstances with Crest to use my moniker for the time being,

"Call me Sound."

OOC: To be honest, I almost went with Jim's alias 'Richard' instead.

IC: "Unusual name, isn't it?" He laughs, making the sound nervous on purpose.

"Long story." I say with a shrug.

"Mine's boring in comparison... Jim..." He shrugs and looks down at the table.

"So what brings you down here?"

"Oh, I was just looking for a book to help me with my homework." It's true enough. His work is almost homework - except he enjoys it.

OOC: Wow, these students are actually doing WORK?