<div class="floatleft">(https://fromtheloftabove.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/tumblr_mcaimsiy1j1qa6ux6o1_1280.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Penelope Forrest (NPC)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Ravenclaw Uniform<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut | Thestral Hair | 11 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | Seventh<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Saturday, 30 September, 2017 | Mid-morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>CMA - You're Not Alone (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6Hy0G0R3AQ)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The library never slept. That was something Penelope had learned after a just week at Hogwarts. Of course, part of the initial problem with the library constantly being awake was due to her incessant need to spend as much time there as possible. By now, in her seventh year at Hogwarts, all of her peers knew that at nearly any given moment, when her schedule was not otherwise predictable, she could be found at the library. Even when she was not simply there working as an aide, she would also spend time there tutoring other students who needed help in certain subjects.<br/><br/>That was her focus this morning, after finishing a breakfast of toast and eggs along with pumpkin juice. She collected a stack of books and sat herself down at one of the tables near a fireplace, which crackled and popped with a magical flame that would never be extinguished. Adjusting her thick black framed glasses against her face and scrunching her nose slightly as she settled down into a chair, Penelope cracked open the first book in her pile. The Essential Defense Against the Dark Arts, as written by Arsenius Jigger. Shoving the heap of books aside to make room for this particular book, she opened the cover and flipped to a new page of parchment in her notebook.<br/><br/>Her head tilted to the side as she flipped through several pages and jotted down the numbers on her note pad. She had already done some research about it, but intended to write a full essay in order to disprove the author of this book, for making the claim that lycanthropy was a mental disorder and not a physical condition. Being a muggle herself, she understood where the belief must have come from, because non magical people could not and would not believe in magic or the unexplained. However, to claim that this condition is a rare disorder in which a person has delusional thoughts or even hallucinations about turning from human to wolf, was preposterous to Penelope.<br/><br/>This assignment was not one that any other student had to work on. It was actually an assignment she had invented for herself, after asking for permission from Professor Creevy, who did not seem to mind one way or the other what she did with her spare time. Whether or not her essay would amount to something worth a grade remained yet to be seen. Not that her grades needed much improvement in the first place. Penelope was hard at work within a matter of moments, scribbling down notes quickly, and completely absorbed in the material she was reading. It was like her surroundings faded away, as she burrowed herself in the book and her notes.