[Sept. 17] The Library, Morning

[silentsorrow]

Saturday mornings were her favourite time to be in the library. Even the more studious of her classmates (but not hers, never hers) tended to have a bit of a lie-in on the first day of the weekend, after an evening spent hanging out and talking and unwinding from the week.

All of that was why she enjoyed the haunting quiet of the library when it was only her, the ghosts of students past, and Master Dominic, who was puttering about with paperwork and never gave her more than the barest of glances when she came in.

Here, there was silence, but it was a comfortable one instead of the achy, hurtful one she usually walked around in.

Even with a few ghosts lingering at other tables, though none were with her as she wandered the stacks of books, trailing her fingers down their spines, seemed more peaceful than they usually did. Sorrow knelt down in the romance section and tried to decide which ones she wanted to read next.

They were all bad, of course, but she liked that about them. They were fluffy.

Soft.

Not much in her life was.

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[up_in_smoke]

And, after a minute or so of his very important search, Dover's face lit up and he ducked down to collect his spoils from the shelf.

"Now, which one would you prefer we read first, luv? The one with the green slime, or the one with the green gas?"

[silentsorrow]

Sorrow wrinkled her nose at him as she leaned over, giving up the pretense of reading her romance, and gave both books a looking over.

Ew. Also juvenile.

She shook her head and shrugged, pushing one hand away from her as if to say 'get them away from me'. If she spoke, she might have laughed.

[up_in_smoke]

Well, Dover was going to laugh. Why not have a good time of it, right?

"Suit yourself," he replied, and then as an afterthought he tucked both books under his arm, away with the romance novel. "Me, I think I could stand to learn a thing or two about bad breath and smelly feet. Never know when that'll come in handy, after all."

Newsflash: Dover was a brat.

[silentsorrow]

Sorrow looked pointedly at the books he... he was keeping. Was he really going to take those out?

Deciding he was, and that he was entirely a brat, she shook her head again, looked at her romance book and give him an entirely superior glance (because romance was way higher on the food chain than books about bodily functions) and turned to go.

Of course, with all of that, the image was entirely ruined by the fact that she was smiling slightly.

[up_in_smoke]

And as she went, Dover was watching her with a grin that wasn't going anywhere at all.

"Pleasure trading books with you, luv!"

They were going to have to do this more often.