Exploring the library

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Aria was the type of girl that didn't or more likely step into the library at all. She of course was exploring the castle. Being  eleven didn't really help at all. And her father was of course is the Minister of Magic and she didn't like that much at all. Why she didn't like it because he was always gone. And it seems like the Potter's name will never be out of the lime light of fame.

When she came to Hogwarts and actually got sorted into Slytherin she was surprised in a way. Walking through the aisles of books she had a small curious smile on her voice. Maybe she could find something to read that wasn't related to her family at all. "What secrets does this place hold?" She asked quietly.

[Ethan Hunter Potter]

In the last few months since returning to school Ethan had kept to himself a lot more than usual – but after having been taken captive for weeks and spending over a month in the hospital no one really questioned him about it. At first he spent most of his time asleep or partying, trying to distract himself – but it wasn’t long after he was healed enough that he decided to gather up a number of students, all third year and above, to revive Dumbledore’s Army. Between making plans for the group and his new obsession with a Slytherin girl, he hadn’t paid much thought to his classwork. While he kept up with the current work he continuously put off his mountain of work that he had missed during the entire ordeal.

Though Ethan could have easily graduated already, having been given the option of skipping ahead a couple years from the start of his second year, he almost didn’t see the point in doing it; both him and the teachers were well aware that he was capable of the magic being learned. Unfortunately for him, the professors all told him that he could take as long as he needed to get caught up, but he had more than taken advantage of that with only two months left to the term he had noticed how short he was on time finally. While he was trying to spend as much time as possible on training for quidditch, hoping to return strength to his shoulder in time to play in the last match, he knew at this point he needed to finish the work.

Over the last week he had chosen to skip running a couple of nights in order to try and cram in as much of the homework as possible, disappearing for hours at a time to the Room of Requirement where he often did his homework while smoking a joint – unwinding after he finished for the night with a glass or two of whiskey or rum. It was because of his solitary study habits that people had for years assumed that he must have horrible grades, that he was your basic jock; it was probably a mixture of the fact that no one saw him studying and the fact that he was constantly practicing for quidditch and partying, until recently doing any drug that was offered to him.

Many people would be surprised if they knew the truth, that if it weren’t for the fact that he needed the experience on the quidditch team as captain in order to play professional, he would have graduated as soon as he could have. But that wasn’t the case and he did need that experience, which meant he needed to keep up with his classwork whether he felt like it was a waste of his time or not. That particular evening, he had wandered up to the Room of Requirement right after dinner, lit a joint and finished working on the last two essays he needed to do to be caught up once and for all. A couple hours later, he had finally finished writing, he put up his quill and ink bottle, set the essays aside, and sat back and smoked a cigarette as he gathered up a number of books to bring back to the library.

As he entered the library he noted that it must be pretty late – there didn’t seem to be anyone around. Luckily that was exactly how he liked it to be when he arrived, he could drop off the books he no longer needed and actually take a look around to see if there was anything new to catch his interest. Ethan set the books down on the counter in the return pile, then wandered off down one of the aisles, looking for anything that may stand out. He was turning a corner when he heard a familiar voice speaking softly – "What secrets does this place hold?" – his younger sister Aria. The two of them hadn’t talked in quite a while – he wasn’t the most social person to start with, but he even tended to distance himself from his siblings at school some, but even more so since he had been kidnapped and hospitalized.

Rounding the corner he finally saw her and he smiled a bit. “That depends, what sort of secrets are you hoping to find?” he asked her curiously.

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Aria wasn't expecting any of her family members in the library at all. In fact she jumped when she heard a voice come from behind her. But she had recognized the voice. She turned and looked at her older brother. "Really Ethan?" She said with a small smile upon her face. "Anything that doesn't relate to our family history. I know all about the history of our family and there is no secrets when it comes to Potters." She said with a small smile. Which was true everyone knew almost everything about their past. Well their parents parents past. And she just wish that she could find other secrets about other things like maybe the school or that she had actually belong to another family.

She wondered if her brother would know any secrets this library holds. "Do you know any secrets that this place holds?" She asked him wondering if he knew of any. She also knew that the curiosity kills the cat but she couldn't help it. Apparently it's in the Potter name to be a bit meddlesome not that she's meddling into anything because she wasn't. She was just curious that is for sure. She smiled though as she tucked some blonde hair behind her ears. She wondered how they went from a dark haired family to blonde. She would have thought that someone in their family would have to have at least their father's hair color which she guess hers came close to it. She looked at a title of a book. "This looks like a book about our family." She exclaimed with a small frown.

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