···· Useless Search, - Lamia and Cade

[Lamia Cox]

The library again. More books, no clues whatsoever. Useless, useless, useless. She was so tired of searching. It has been years since she began searching for her family, and the only clue she got was that her necklace pertained to a muggle queen centuries ago. Then it was stoled and they never found. Great! She was left a gift from her parents, a necklace, and it was stolen from muggles. She felt embarrassed with the bare thought of her blood family being thieves. Maybe they were muggles. That last aspect didn't disturb her, but the thieves did. However, it never stopped from keep searching. It was a huge need she felt inside her chest, a need to know, to understand. She always different, misplaced on this world, and for her, the lack of history was the main reason for her negative feelings. She was always mistreated for being an orphan, an abandoned orphan, without a single idea of who and why her parents left her. And worse, she had that name, given by her family, and a medallion she could never open.

Lamia walked determined toward the library and got inside. It was almost closing and it was deserted. That was one of the reasons she came so late. She wanted to be alone. She didn't want to be spotted by a big amount of students. There would be many questions, and she liked her privacy. Lamia chuckled a little. Privacy. Look who was thinking about privacy. How could she ask for secrecy when she was someone else during the night? Yes, she knew she was someone else during those memory lapses. What else could explain that? She was crazy, unstable and she never knew what she did during those moments. It was always a risk to get out of her office during the night. She could stop being Lamia and then everything was open. Anything could happen. The last day she met with a man she thought she was never going to see. She knew him because she got up on his bed one day. But then again, she didn't know him. His name was a mystery for her and she didn't understand what was he doing on PU.

Trying to shake those thoughts from her mind, Lamia walked confidently to a bookcase. It was the history section and she had been exploring it for days. Until now, she found absolutely nothing. Sighing, she began her search.

[Cade Dench]

Cade liked his peace and quiet, and he was one that longed for his privacy as well, and at night that was what he got. Generally speaking there were only a few straggling students in the library, and generally they wanted their own peace as well. Everyone had their reasons for coming in late, and usually they wanted to keep it to themselves. The day time was his booming hours, students and teachers filtering in and out, asking questions, strewing books every which way and being loud and obnoxious.

It was when dark came that everyone tended to scramble back to where they should be and he was left to his own devices, to read in peace, or to write a letter to his family, more often than not his youngest sister. It was only him and one student, a girl who sat in silence flipping through an intense book about advanced Transfiguration. He'd been no help to her seeing as he'd never done well in transfiguration at Hogwarts, let alone the things that these students were learning.

As a librarian, no matter who thought the job was rather pedestrian for a wizard, he loved it, and he took pride in being knowledgeable about anything he could. It was his job to help, not just point in a random direction and leave the students to their own devices. He liked to share what he knew, mostly though, no one was interested in what he had locked up in his head. It was a pity, because that was the only time Cade could string his words together well enough not to sound like an idiot, when he was passing on some tid bit of information.

There was a loud audible sigh from the student at the table and then she packed up her things and brought her book to the desk he was sitting behind.

"This one again please."

Cade gave her a sympathetic nod and stamped the book " You'll get it eventually. It is getting late though, give your mind a rest."

She murmered a good night to him and walked out the doors, and he himself let out a sigh. He was finally alone, and he revered in it. He would be able to wander off to bed soon. He was tired, it'd been a long day and he was reveling in the silence that a library should contain. So gathering up a large stack of books in his arms that needed to be put away, he puttered around his library, sliding the books back into the stacks where they belonged and just enjoyed being around the books.

It was the smell of books, he decided, that had made him want to be around them so much. He could stand here now, in the musty smell of old and worn pages and be immersed in memories of being a boy, before he'd grown up and his life got complicated. He could remember sitting in his father's library, energetically soaking up all the information he could. And it was comforting.

The he heard the door open and close, and the light sound of footsteps coming his way, toward the shelves. Who would be here at this hour, he wondered. Who would come here to disturb his peace at this hour. It annoyed him.

She didn't notice him at first, but he'd been watching her for days meandering around these very shelves, obviously on the search for something specific. Something important enough to have her back here day after day. And he wanted to know what it was she was so desperately searching for.

"Can I help you?" he asked quietly, sliding another book back in its rightful place.

[Lamia Cox]

Why was it so difficult to find something? Why? Day after day of search and nothing. Nothing. What could she do? She had the feeling she read all of those books and still she was there trying to find a little thing, a needle in the middle of all those books. Maybe she should give up or search somewhere else. It was useless.

"Can I help you?" he asked quietly, sliding another book back in its rightful place.
Lamia jumped on her feet when she heard a voice behind her back. She looked at the man behind her with surprise and a book fell on the ground with all the confusion. She knelt to pick it up and then got up. Observing the man in front of her more objectively she realized he was the librarian. Maybe he could help. "I think so. I've been searching for a family name and information about a necklace stolen from a muggle queen. Do you know any book that may talk about the Cox family?" Lamia asked, hopeful for the first time. He was the librarian he should know everything about the books that existed on the library.


ooc: I'm so sorry for the time I took to post back. I actually forgot about this. And sorry for the crappy post. Hopefully, I'll make something better next time.