Library [2.2]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Another Tuesday, another library shift, and Anemone had her nose buried deep in the surfing magazines again. Spring was coming -- eventually -- which meant if she couldn't get back in the sky, she'd be hitting the waves the moment the ice was off the water.

The library was open, but unless you've got the newest issue of Cutback, good luck getting the aide's attention.

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Re: Talk to the Aide

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Hrm, he was the Thursday person, wasn't he?

"Did you find him, her, or it?" she asked, flipping a page slowly. "Or did you end up running in circles for the last six days?"

Re: Talk to the Aide

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"I don' - six days?" George asked. "I did miss ev'rythin'!" He frowned. "Yer jus' messin' wit' me. Tisn't Tuesday."

Re: Talk to the Aide

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Tuesday," she confirmed. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

"You also missed the pie-tossing, the dunking people into chocolate, and the kissing booths. Sorry."

Re: Talk to the Aide

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Don' be stickin' much in yer eye," he advised with a grin. "It does hurt."

And now he was wondering if he'd missed kissing a certain blonde witch or if she'd forgive him for it.