Carefully planned and calmly executed.

Seouls hand quivered. The tension was too much! How did it come to this? Usually he wasn't this careless. What would his mother say if she saw him repairing this damage he'd done? Sweat beaded on his brow. In just a few minutes, just another few minutes it would be done. Everything would be back the way it should be and not turned inside out where it all looked raw and ugly. All it would take him was one precise movement. One carefully planned, calmly executed movement. Breathe in and exhale. In and exhale, in and... the needle slipped through the final length of the rip up the armpit of his school jumper and he tied it off, closing the gape and then snapping the excess thread with his teeth.

'What a curious thing this was', he thought as he leaned back on the armchair he'd settled in, the stress draining out of his muscles. Muggles must spend half their lives repairing things. He held the needle up to the light letting it glint in the downlight, admiring it for a moment before he stuck in underneath the layers of the cotton reel he'd brought with him. How quaint this little experience had been, he'd come to the library and into the section on muggle studies to find a book on repairing clothing. He'd heard they did it by hand but he hadn't expected it to be so complicated or time consuming.

He examined his handiwork. It was a little puckered, a little uneven in the stitching but he was proud of his feat. He wasn't sure if he'd waste his time doing it again when a better job could be done much quicker with a flick of the wand but it had been interesting none-the-less. He turned the jumper in the right way and folded it in his lap before lifting the elementary book on beginners sewing back up and continuing to flick through it. There wasn't much else that interested him in there, or perhaps it was just that now he knew how long a simple task could take he was interested in progressing to the harder techniques even if he admired their ingenuity. He stood and slotted it back into the bookshelf with a sigh before browsing the collection to see if there was anything that could entertain him.

He had a free period in between classes but most of his mates were in 'Care of magical creatures', a subject which he found curious but ultimately useless and not worth the extra study hours. It was an awkward time of day, just after lunch and on a Monday so most people were learning. He did like the emptiness it provided throughout the school though, it seemed most people with electives tried to cram all their classes into the first half of the week if they could help it and have their frees during the later part of the week as if to extend their weekends. Seoul preferred it the other way around though, he rather had a larger portion of extra study time over the weekend and ebbing into early week as he was more productive that way. '101 knitting ideas for your pet!' Seoul pulled the book out. Now that would be a laugh if he could work a spell to do the knitting for him. How funny would Claire his rat look with a knitted santa suit for the holidays!

Penny was not to be seen in the section of the Hogwarts library that contained books on the muggle methods of repair and creation. Penny was probably the most clever technology buff in the entire school, and yet, when a peer passed along a muggle music-playing device, she had to wrinkle her nose, cock her head, and say, "What is this?" Even if she could take it apart and put it back together in half a minute, flat.

She simply had to check out a book, though. It had been so long since she had read anything on one of her interests. She wanted a book on computer engineering, but if any of her friends, classmates, dormmates, housemates - even her sister - if any of them found out she had, she would be in trouble. She already felt nervous enough trusting the librarian not to blab when she checked out more questionable reading materials for a young pureblood lady.

If Penny was a braver girl, she would not care. She would turn her back on the society she so disliked, the society she had been so expertly raised to fit so neatly into. She would express her indifference to the opinions of those she disliked, those she had worked for years to impress, no matter how insignificantly. But the problem was - she was, in no sense of the word, brave.

She was clever, though. And Penny had seen what happened to the pureblood women who defied their upbringing. And she knew she had led to luxurious a life to survive long on her own. Until she had money and some sort of security of her own could she possibly consider escaping. But even then, there was that whole bravery deficiency she would have to work out.

No sooner had she walked into the muggle section than she saw she not alone. She hesitated, mouthing like a fish. She turned and hurriedly walked away, before realizing how suspicious that must have looked. She skipped back into the section, attempting to be normal. CASUAL, he conscience screamed at her. "Hi. What-what-what you doing?"

Stuttering was incredibly casual.