Post by Katharyn Vaughn on Sept 1, 2007 15:28:39 GMT
Katharyn sat on her own, like usual, in the library. She was at a table at the back and away from everyone else and the nosy librarian woman. She wanted somewhere just to sit and think where it'd be unlikey she'd be disturbed and this was the only place she could think of. However unless she wanted to be thrown out, she had to pretend to be reading or doing homework. Hence why a textbook was open in front of her and there was a blank piece of parchment with her name in the top corner next to her.
She propped her head up on her hand, staring blankly down at the page, putting the tip of her quill to her chin, oblivious to the black feather touching her lip. She turned a page, to make it appear as if she were reading although if anyone were watching they would have seen that her eyes hadn't moved at all across the paper as they would if she were actually reading. But, she reasoned, no one should be watching her that closely anyway.
She took her quill away from her lip, resting the nib on a knot of wood on the table and absently spinning it between her finger and the table, until it slipped, splattering ink across the over polished wood and on the cover of the book and all up the parchment. Katharyn sighed frustratedly through her nose and shook the sleeve of her heavy black cloak down over her hand, wiping it over the spill and smearing the ink off the table, snapping the book closed and crumping the parchment up and throwing it across the room and into the bin. She didn't care whether she got thrown out or not, she decided. The library was now irritating her.
She propped her head up on her hand, staring blankly down at the page, putting the tip of her quill to her chin, oblivious to the black feather touching her lip. She turned a page, to make it appear as if she were reading although if anyone were watching they would have seen that her eyes hadn't moved at all across the paper as they would if she were actually reading. But, she reasoned, no one should be watching her that closely anyway.
She took her quill away from her lip, resting the nib on a knot of wood on the table and absently spinning it between her finger and the table, until it slipped, splattering ink across the over polished wood and on the cover of the book and all up the parchment. Katharyn sighed frustratedly through her nose and shook the sleeve of her heavy black cloak down over her hand, wiping it over the spill and smearing the ink off the table, snapping the book closed and crumping the parchment up and throwing it across the room and into the bin. She didn't care whether she got thrown out or not, she decided. The library was now irritating her.
