Some peace and quiet

[shadow]

A girl wearing an ancient victorian styled dress sat in tieh middle of the huge library, enclosed by a wall of books. She held "The tales of Edgar Allen Poe" in her hands while scanning for his poems. Shadow had already read the "basics of magic" and "Care for magical dark creatures", so she decided on some muggle literature for a change.

"beautiful..." she whispered to the quiet library. She was rewarded by silence. With a small chuckle, she slowly sat down, thinking: "finally, some peace and quiet."

[bellezza]

Belle entered the library with a confused look on her face, for she was a bit lost. She looked around at the aisles and aisles of books and realized that obviously she was in the library. She spotted a girl in a beautiful dress reading from a book of Edgar Allen Poe. Bell's eyes lit up. Finally, something familiar. She had loved Poe, even as a child. His descriptive words and emotions had set her heart on fire. She drifted over to the girl and sat near her.

"He's amazing you know," she said, "The author, I mean. Poe."

[shadow]

Shadow gave a tiny yelp and almost dropped the book. The book had captured her and lure her into it so much that she didnt' realize another person had entered the room.

"I agree," She nodded, and smiled. "Especially his poems. I just love 'The Raven'" Shadow stopped reading and took a good look at the newcomer. "Hey... You're... Belle, right? Pleased to meet you" She gave a small grin and added, "I'm Shadow. From potions"

[bellezza]

Belle jumped at Shadows yelp and was about to apologize when she began to talk.

"Yep, I'm Belle from potions. I'm glad we finally meet. The Raven is amazing. And yes, his poems are the best out of all his work. But I truly adore Annabel Lee and one of his lesser known poems, The Haunted Palace. Here" she said flipping to the page.

"In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more." she recited by memory.