Chapter 37: Why is his name so familiar?
'Flamel… Flamel… Nicolas Flamel… who is he?!' Phoenix pondered following her friends through the corridors. Her mind on autopilot. 'Why did his name sound so familiar?'
"Hey guys, let's go to the library! We have plenty of time before our next class to look around." Hermione suggested.
The boys nodded in agreement. The four of them started looking around the library ever since Hagrid spilt his name. So far they have found nothing. They only had time to go through a few books and that took most of the day, since they were going in between classes.
Phoenix didn't hear a word Hermione said. It wasn't until she felt someone's hand on her shoulder, when she realized they changed directions.
"Phoenix, we are heading towards the library, didn't you hear?" Harry asked.
"Huh?" Phoenix looked at Harry, her eyes still deep in thought.
"We are heading to the library. You know, so we can look more into Nicolas Flamel."
"Oh... okay, lead the way."
Harry took her arm and headed towards the library. She followed without question. They walked in silence catching up with Ron and Hermione whom seem to not have noticed them gone. He glanced at Phoenix, noting her blank look. 'I wonder what is going through her mind right now. She looks like something is bothering her.' Harry thought as he watched her.
When the four reached the library, Hermione rushed over towards Phoenix and her usual table in the far back corner. It was their luck, no one was anywhere near them. They can look for Nicolas Flamel with no suspicions. Hermione, who was too eager to wait for anyone to sit down, rushed over to some shelves and gathered four humongous books.
"Geezz Hermione, you got enough?" Ron asked, sitting down.
"They are not all for me." Hermione answered, placing a book in front of him. The girls sat on one side of the table while the boys sat across.
Ron looked over at Harry, who had a book placed in front of him. He looked at the title and flipped through it, seeing Harry do the same. Neither of them was as eager to research Flamel as Hermione. But Harry wanted to know his importance.
When Hermione came to Phoenix, she placed a book in front of her and sat down. Phoenix glanced at her book. She hated research. It was not her favorite thing. Whenever they needed to vanquish a demon or something and her aunts and mother thought they could handle it, she always left the researching up to Katie and Melinda. They were the researchers in the family. Wyatt and she were the problem solvers and action people.
Phoenix sighed, opening her book. Scanning was the best thing she could do at the moment. She didn't feel like looking thoroughly through each paragraph, like Hermione insisted.
Phoenix kept her eyes blankly on the pages. They meant nothing to her. The words blurred together. "Hermione, how do we know if he is in any of these books?"
"Well, we don't. That is why we are looking through them. Seriously Phoenix, it seems you have been out of it all day. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine just wondering."
"You have been on the same page for a while now. Are you sure you are okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The three of them looked at Phoenix, not believing her. She didn't like it, so she put on her fake smile.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine. Let's go though, we will be late for class." Phoenix grabbed her bag and rushed out, not letting anyone reply.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry just looked at each other.
"What is wrong with her?"