by Phoenix in the Ashes » Sunday 25 February 2007 2:13:10am
"Well I was wondering," said Arsenio. "Why this book that we were asked to read to Charms is sort of... locked. Well, the back part of it is anyway."
"Well..." started Madam Thistle. "Sections of books are generally locked when they are unsuitable for the age group that is supposed to be reading them."
"Then why are we reading it at all?"
"Well obviously the front section is perfectly alright for your young minds."
"So... what you're saying," said Arsenio, "is that there is something in the back section of the book that we aren't supposed to see?"
"Most definitely the case," Madam Thistle said pointedly.
The professor told me that you might have put the charm on it."
"Alas, no," she said. "I could of course, but it is my belief that books are meant to be read, and words are meant to be seen."
"I see..." Arsenio frowned. "Do you know who could have put the charm on it?"
"Because the book is the property of Hogwarts and has that reasonable level of protection on it, it would take a reasonable amount of force to put the spell on it. A decent, mature wizard would probably be able to do it.
"But," she continued. "As it's the property of Hogwarts, I would think it likely that if it wasn't your professor that put the charm on it, it would be the Headmaster. I don't see anyone else really being very bothered about locking a book outside their own subject."
"Mmm," Arsenio nodded. "I see your point - thank you."
Madam Thistle nodded at him, "Good day Mr Parkinson," and he turned to open the door.
"Oh, and may I ask dear," the Librarian asked. "What was the title of the book in question?"
"Er... 'Rare Spells and Enchantments', author unknown," he said.
"Ah... very well. Good day, dear."
He nodded and stepped out into the library, still wondering about the contents of the book. There was obviously some rare spell or enchantment someone didn't want him knowing about. Well... locking the book certainly wouldn't work. It had just made him more curious.
Back in the Librarian's office, Madam Thistle frowned.
Horace, my dear Horace ... My dear, sweet fool. What have you done...?