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agustrian:

Adrian was one of the few people that enjoyed a good day of researching even if it was useless. He enjoyed a good fiction book here and there but today he had wanted to stay in bed researching before it  happened.  It happening to be Juliet, the spawn of satan herself. Yeah, the beloved acromantula of Elle Sinclair sat so innocently on his bed after he returned from his morning run. He didn’t say anything but grabbed some extra clothes and went to go shower.  Upon returning the room, she was still there and he bolted out of his room to the library.

The library was his safe place; no fan girl trying to sniff his perfectly quaffed hair or ferrets berating him about anything he’s done in the past.  He sat there with ‘The Decline of Pagan Magic in his Hand’ by Bathilda Bagshot of course and what seemed to be a fifth year girl giggling at him beside him.  Just like Juliet, he looked at the girl with a smile and bolted far into the library.  He finds a little corner, heaving from the fear that she chased him into this empty- wait.

The seventh year glances up, “Oh I’m sorry. I’ll just– you see.” he tries to explain with hand gestures from the area he was just at.

Talan examines the flustered boy and purses his lips, glancing at the area in which he is gesturing to. He places his book on his lap, officially giving up. He shakes his head “It’s fine I suppose. This is usually the emptiest spot in the room.” He felt an urge that went against his wiring, to engage the Ravenclaw in conversation. “What were you running from?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

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Talan was sat up against a wall in the library with his head shoved in a copy of the fifth book of the series ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ by Lemony Snicket. He had read this copy at least eight times and it was evident in the way the binding was creased backwards as if he kept bending it. This series was one of his favorites, because it was on of the first muggle series he had ever read. The day he’d found the first installment in a shop on his ninth birthday still lingered in his mind, because at the time he had only thought reading thin books with ten chapters and twenty point font was the best he could do. So he’d read the title of the book and bought it with some money he had left over and the rest was history. Since then he’d read the series over dozens of times, and he’d felt compelled to do so over winter break, resulting in his reading the fifth installment next to a window in a tiny corner of the library he’d lovingly nicknamed ‘the nook’. The nook was a great place to read, no one ever seemed to bother him and when they did it was evident he was deep in thought and he shouldn’t be bothered for more than a few minutes. And yet on this blustery day, the library seemed to have more people than usual, and Talan’s quiet space was growing louder as more students came in to do their last minute research. He looked out at the room over the top of his book and frowned, of course people would ruin his day, they always did.