Library | Saturday

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A fire was burning brightly in the library, waging a cheerful battle against the cold of the snow outside. Griff wasn't asking where it had appeared from as the fire was currently keeping him from freezing in the dark. As there was no work to be done in the dark stacks, he'd quickly found something to read from his list and settled in.

It was a situation fit for a terrible romance novel: crackling fire, blankets, and good books.

The library was open.

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Re: Talk to Griff

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Griff stared at her, mouth gaping at the complete insanity of her argument. "Well, from my end, you and I are done. And since you won't leave, I will."

And then, as one might expect from a frustrated and angry sixteen-year-old teleport, he jumped away messily, leaving a large blue crackle of energy in the center of a swirl of smoke sucked from the fire.

Re: Talk to Griff

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She almost reached for his thread, but no. No, she'd said she wouldn't push and she'd already... sort of gone back on that. Instead, refusing to cry and refusing to give any kind of emotional response, she stiffened her spine and made her way out.

She'd lived through much worse things than being dumped. She'd survive.

Even if she felt she'd also just lost her best friend.