Annie had been overwhelmed with this year's work, more so than her third year; especially with OWL's approaching. She had to perfect her study and learn all she could. As a result, the library was her sanctuary, a place Annie had always attended, and acted a type of seclusion from the crazy world she dealt with beyond the books and quiet.
On this particular day however, she lacked the ability to find a table where one wasn't speaking. Whether it be to a friend or reading a loud, Annie was frustrated nonetheless. Finally, she sat and began sifting through the array of books she gathered, only to be joined, at a table across from her, by another student who had apparently been doing the same thing she was. After observing their actions for a brief moment, she turned her attention to the words explaining the Giant wars; a fascination of the young gryffindor. History of magic was one of her favorite classes and Annie spent an exorbitant amount of time gazing through books and material related to it.
Unfortunately, her focus was broken as she began to hear a tapping noise. His foot... She thought, as she picked up her head to look beneath the table at the student's bobbing leg. At first, Annie tried her best to ignore the incessant beat of the foot, but had failed to do so for long. "Excuse me," She began, in a fairly angered tone "Could you please stop that?" Awaiting a reply, she glared at the back of the student's head until they acknowledged her request.
On this particular day however, she lacked the ability to find a table where one wasn't speaking. Whether it be to a friend or reading a loud, Annie was frustrated nonetheless. Finally, she sat and began sifting through the array of books she gathered, only to be joined, at a table across from her, by another student who had apparently been doing the same thing she was. After observing their actions for a brief moment, she turned her attention to the words explaining the Giant wars; a fascination of the young gryffindor. History of magic was one of her favorite classes and Annie spent an exorbitant amount of time gazing through books and material related to it.
Unfortunately, her focus was broken as she began to hear a tapping noise. His foot... She thought, as she picked up her head to look beneath the table at the student's bobbing leg. At first, Annie tried her best to ignore the incessant beat of the foot, but had failed to do so for long. "Excuse me," She began, in a fairly angered tone "Could you please stop that?" Awaiting a reply, she glared at the back of the student's head until they acknowledged her request.
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