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Post by dominic on Feb 2, 2012 16:44:05 GMT -6
Libraries were such splendid places. So much history and imagine future laid within the vast room, each shelf contained something of interest, enlightenment, and entertainment. Whenever Dominic found himself in a library he was always sure to take a few moments to appreciate the magnitude of just how precious these places of learning truly were.
As he meandered through the stacks, keeping his eye peeled for something that struck his fancy, Dominic was in a suspension of awe. Being such a fan of poetry, though the majority of books found in Hogwarts' library were of educational, scholarly merit than that was pleasure he had found that some of the history texts were poetically written.
Plucking one such book off the shelf, Dominic soon emerged himself in an emotional telling of one Goblin's account of the Goblin Wars. It was fascinating, filled with raw truths, sugar coated opinions, blood shed and loss, some romance thrown in as well. He hardlt noticed that amongst the time he had picked the book up and fifteen minutes later, he had somehow found his way from the stacks and was now seated at a solitary table, alone, at least for the time being.
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