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Library [09/26]

There was music in the library today. It wasn't the same, loud, pervasive music that Jonothon normally opted to, however. Today it was almost like a whisper of music. Like a hundred little voices all joining together in song.

... Or, more accurately, the rustling of the pages of every book on the subject of music in the entire library, all rising up in glorious, but quiet, harmony.

They'd just finished Sound of Silence, and were moving on with Scarborough Fair when Jono came in, levelled that aisle with a look, and then shook his head and set to work shelving things. Occasionally, things that were singing at him.

Ah, Fandom.

[Open! And listening to Simon and Garfunkel.]

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Raven had two reasons to come to the library today -- personal and "professional." But the personal was much more pleasing. "Good morning, Jono," she said cheerfully.

//Raven,// Jono replied, inclining his head a little as he tucked a book into place on the book cart that didn't seem quite so keen on keeping rhythm with the rest. //How's today treatin' you thus far, Sunshine?//

"Today has been quite nice, but yesterday I managed to make some unpleasant onions recognize that their behavior was the result of their own self-esteem issues," Raven said. "I think they feel better about themselves now and will cease to harass others." Only in Fandom.

Only in Fandom.

Where Jono wasn't going to admit that he'd lit a few of the onions on fire, no.

//I'm certain a good many people will be thankful for that,// he said, instead. //They weren't exactly th'most welcome company I've kept in a while, no.//

"Well, it was fortunate that I had spent much time in meditation for the past few days," Raven said. "I was able to keep better control of my emotions when they attempted to insult me. But after meeting Professor Sherlock last Tuesday, I was better prepared for such things."

The onions were actually nicer.

See Jono. See Jono wince.

//You met Holmes, did you?//

Wince, Jono! Wince!

//I'm afraid I don't need to ask how that went.//

"He was extremely unpleasant," Raven said, frowning despite her resolve not to let him get to her anymore. "He attempted to provoke my emotions, even after I attempted to warn him that such a thing could be dangerous. It only seemed to encourage him."

//He's definitely a... unique individual,// Jono allowed, eyebrows furrowed as he folded his arms. //Too bloody observant. Which, I suppose, is par for th'course.//

Sherlock Holmes. Observant? Never.

"But his observations are not entirely correct, though he seems to refuse to believe that could be the case," Raven said.

Denial and Raven were very close friends. But she was also saddened by Sherlock's lack of belief in the beauty of the human soul.

//A few of them were correct enough for my taste,// Jono replied, turning and leaning back against the desk. //Too correct. I'm not terribly keen on thinking too hard about just what he could deduce, if he got it in his head to dig deeply enough.//

At least his boyfriend seemed sane. Er. Saner. About as sane as anyone who willingly spent time around Sherlock possibly could be.

//Dare I ask what put you into th'path of that borderline narcissist, luv?//

"I had heard of him bothering you on the radio," Raven admitted. Stupid inability to lie. "And I wished to know why and to ask him to stop." She did! Nicely even!

//Oh...// And here was Jono, once again faced with that weird awkwardness that he felt whenever people went out of their way to stand up for him. //Well... Then... thank you.//

He wasn't even going to mention that the last time someone had tried to talk to Sherlock on his behalf, the bloody berk came in and accused him of not being man enough to fight his own battles.

He was kind of all warm and fuzzy inside because of the attempt.

Well. Warmer inside than usual.

Raven was always pleased to create warm fuzzies! And if Sherlock tried to come in and accuse Jono again, she just might make him feel some cold pricklies.

"He is a very foolish man," she said, "for he believes the students are all idiots, when he truly has no idea of just what they are capable of," she said. "I told him he was very ignorant and hoped that he might one day realize the error of his ways." She wasn't going to hold her breath, though.

One of Jono's eyebrows twitched up at that, yes.

//Well, I suppose it's always good to keep an optimistic attitude about you...//

Which was something that he, personally, was horrible at. And so it was good to know that there were people like Raven around who were more than capable of being champions for the cause.

//He might be ignorant about th'way our heads work, luv, but he is very good at what it is he does. Right up until I met him, he was a bit of a hero of mine, actually.// Or, well, a Sherlock had been. Either way, now Jono kind of just wanted to punch him in the teeth. //I suppose his is a genius best appreciated within th'pages of biographies, as opposed to in person, as such.//

He fidgeted for a moment, and then added, //I'm sorry you had to put up with his gobshite on my account.//

"You do not have to apologize," Raven said. "It was my decision to speak to him, for I do not enjoy hearing about my friends being harassed." And Holmes could take his insight into her motivations and...stick it somewhere else.

"But that is not why I came to visit you," she went on. "I actually was looking for some books, and I had a question for you as well. Oh, and something else I wished to tell you." That being how Ariel had talked her into joining the Glee Club.

//Books, I can help with,// Jono replied, thankful for the topic change. //Questions, I can attempt to answer. And if you have something to tell me, I'm all ears, Sunshine.//

Ah, Ariel. Continuing to be a force of nature, one Glee Club draftee at a time.

"I went to the club fair on Friday," Raven explained, deciding to start there. "I thought perhaps the Glee Club was dedicated to the emotion of happiness, so of course I was very interested in it. Ariel explained to me that it was about music, and though I have little experience with singing or dancing, she was able to convince me to join."

//Oh, good, somebody else in it that I'll know,// Jono mused. //She tracked me down at work last week and convinced me of th'same.//

Because Jono was a complete pushover with soft, squishy insides.

//... I'm hoping that I can get away with sitting on th'sidelines with my guitar. I can't sing. And I won't dance.//

That wouldn't last long.

"Somehow I am not entirely surprised," Raven said with a delighted smile, meaning both that Jono had joined and that Ariel had convinced others to do so. "I am nervous about having to sing, but Ariel has promised to help teach me. I am fascinated by the emotion that lies beyond music."

Oh, yes, touch on Jono's little obsessive points, Raven. Now he was lighting up a bit, pushing off from the desk and shoving his hands into his pockets.

//And so much of it. A song can take a person back to a moment or an experience far more effectively than a taste or a smell can, I think. If you smell a tree, you'll think of trees, but a song can throw you back years ago, to a first kiss, or a victory at sports, or any one of a million things...//

"That is exactly what I wish to learn," Raven said. "I shied away from music when I first came here before I was still denying my emotions, but there is no reason to do so now. And you have helped show me this is another world that I wish to explore." Her expression grew a little nervous, but her smile didn't fade. "I just hope I do not embarrass myself."

//Really, now, luv. I can't imagine you embarrassing yerself anymore than I will. Glee club is for singers, primarily, I think.//

And Jono was... effectively mute.

//Th'point is to have fun, in any case. And if you'd like somebody to practise with on days when there aren't any meetings, then by all means, Sunshine, come and find me. If nothing else, I can play along.//

... With his guitar. He didn't mean that he was going to pretend to like her singing or anything.

"But singers need music, and you are so wonderful at providing that," Raven pointed out. "And I would be grateful to practice with you." If she didn't horribly embarrass herself on her first attempt and refuse to ever sing again.

//You know I'm going to hold you to that, luv,// Jono replied, leaning forward a little and lifting his eyebrows pointedly. //I'm going to need somebody to rehearse with as well, after all.//

... Well, not much. But he was a sneaky, sneaky man when it came to getting nervous first-timers up onto the stage.

Or perhaps the better word for him was 'underhanded.'

In this case, Raven certainly wouldn't mind any underhandedness!

"I must choose my song now for the first meeting," she said thoughtfully. "I have been looking at videos on YouTube trying to find one that speaks to me."

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