[Sept 2] I N.E.V.E.R Forget A {Face}

[Emilia Smith]

Last night had been, interesting, to say the least. The Gryffie parties were always the place to be and she wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. It was the realisation that she was back at Hogwarts for another year. The familiarities of faces, places and of cource spaces, but there had been a nice surprise last night. Something, actually someone, who provided a different thing to remember the party of the night before. That person was a certain Quin Zabini.

The conversation, be it short, still lingered in the back of her mind as the young Hufflepuff made her way up four flights of stairs. Quin Zabini had a reputation, everyone knew of it and had formed opinions on him, but for Emilia, she was a stronge believer that there was good in everyone and last night, she had seen that spark. There was just something about him that had captured her imagination. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was, but she was certain she wouldn't mind bumping into him sometime in the near future.

Her intention that lunchtime was to find a book, hence why she was heading to the library. Upon arriving, she walked through the many rows of books, gazing up at the books which lurked way above her head. She loved the library but she never spent much time in here, many because it was filled with those who glared at you if you even breathed loudly. After a few minutes she had found the book she was looking for. It wasn't for an essay, seeing as though lessons had only just restarted that morning. It was a book on dreams and their interpretations. She settled down at one of the empty tables, opening the book carefully at a page which contained a drawing of a water reed.

[Quin Zabini]

The forbidden section of the library was an area that Quinlan Zabini knew quite well. Most of the books were chained to the bookshelves, some even shifting restlessly in their places as he passed. But for the moment, he wasn't looking for anything in particular. He worried slightly that he may need something within their leather bounds, especially with the threats among the new Death Eater teens.

Instead, he left the section, trailing his fingers across the bookshelves, pausing as he reached the fiction section. Pulling out Othello, he smiled shyly. He had always appreciated a good book-- the Ravenclaw inside him, he was sure-- especially Shakespeare. If there was anyone who could manipulate an audience, make them feel what he wanted them to feel, it was Shakespeare. And he particularly loved Iago-- he was a villian, yes, but such a perfectly complex and amazing character, Quin couldn't help but to love him.
He exited the shelves, looking for an empty table in order to enjoy his book, but noticed a table occupied with a particularly interesting individual. Emilia Smith was quite an interesting girl, and Quin had been rather disappointed that their conversation had been cut short the night before. Smiling charmingly, he approached her table, placing his hand on the chair across from her and asking, "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"

[Emilia Smith]

It was safe to say that divination was not her favourite subject, mainly due to the fact that she had failed it at O.W.L level. She had only told the professor what she had actually seen, not the rubbish shape that the tealeaves revealed. The reason why she had picked up this book, out of all the thousands that were housed there, was that she needed to interpret one of her dreams. It wasn't a normal dream, it kept coming back. She always saw water reeds and them a certain plant, which she thought was a venemous tentacula. And then Briony, but then it always ended, very swiftly. She turned the pages quickly to another page, staring at it blankly for a while.

She was soon in her own little world, miles away from the library and strange dreams, before a voice brought her back down to earth. She looked up, meeting the gaze of the boy she had been thinking about only a few minutes earlier. "Oh no of course not, feel free"

[Quin Zabini]

She was a quiet one, but Quin had always found that the quiet ones were easier to deal with. The loud ones were often annoying, and after a while, it was near impossible to deal with them. For the most part, Emilia was the perfect target-- quiet, part of a crowd Quin needed some information on, and quite attractive as well.

He thanked her quietly, respecting the fact that they were indeed in a library. Examining her book choice and not being familiar with it, he spoke. "Interesting choice of reading." he said, placing his own literary choice in front of him on the table they were sharing.

"I was upset that our talk was cut short last night." he added, trying his best to sound sincere as possible. It wasn't very hard-- he had been unfortunately cut short in his wooing endeavours the night before, and was happy to have the chance to attempt them again. He smiled widely, looking rather thrilled. "But fortune is kind, apparently, since by chance I was able to see you again."

[Emilia Smith]

She smiled as he sat down and placed his own book on the table. "Oh yes, it's just, I had a strange dream last night and thought maybe this book might be able to provide some answers." It was the truth, everything which she had shared with him. The fact that this was a recurring dream didn't seem important enough to mention. It was nothing, just another one of the results from an overactive imagination. That's what her mother used to say, whenever Emilia came to her after experiencing a nightmare or horrid dream. She glanced at the book which he had placed upon the table. "Othello? I don't believe I'm acquainted with that particular work of Mr Shakespeare..." she trailed off towards the end, feeling embarassed that she hadn't read this work.

"Me too," she said quietly, trying not to blush. She regretted having to rush off, but that was the way things had turned out, so there was no use in dwelling on the past. She just smiled at the last mark, trying to think of something in response, but her mind was coming up blank.

[Quin Zabini]

"A strange dream?" Quin asked, looking interested. "Well if you think it had some significance, maybe ask Professor Sewlyn what she thinks. I'm not particularly talented at Divination or any of that sort, but she may be able to help." Quin suggested, smiling encouragingly. Chances are the dream was just nothing, but the idea that it may mean something was designed to make her feel special, feel important. One of the first lessons he had ever learned in the art of persuasion was to focus the conversation on the other person. It was key to unlocking deeper trust.

Glancing down at the book, he smiled. "It's a rather good play." Quin explained, picking it up and flipping through the pages. "One of my favorites of Shakespeare's actually. It's about cunning versus passion. Deciet versus truth." He explained, smiling as he flipped to one of his favorite scenes, and reciting a verse:"I must be found. My parts, my title, and my perfect soul shall manifest me rightly." Quin quoted, a small smile playing on his face.

"There's even a character named Emilia in this play as well." he said, spotting a line that was Emilia's and turning the book towards her so that she could see. He saw a hint of blush upon her face, and smiled a bit widder. This was almost too easy, he thought to himself. "I consider it good fortune, us meeting up again like this." He explained, though noting the time. It was almost time for class. He had recieved his scheduale early, and knew that his first class had been moved here to the library. He could bide his time here awhile, at least until classes began.