Library, Saturday

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The previous night had been very nice. Very, very nice. But now there was something wrong with today.

Some odd little feeling like he'd missed something terribly important.

But that wasn't important now. There were books to shelve.

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Re: Mod the Library

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Despicably early in the morning, Ender made his way into the library. That sense of impatience was back, buzzing in his dreams, and now he knew where it came from. He couldn't go into Special Collections properly - and that might make for a bit of a problem, too - but he could get in close.

He gave Blackagar a quick, friendly nod, then slipped in between the bookcases.

The sense of it got stronger the closer he got, and in the end Ender parked his back against the wall near Special Collections, feeling not just emotions but words, too. Hard-- to-- your mind-- does not-- when is it time? Pleasepleasepleaseitistime--

Ender let the back of his head thunk against the wall. Not yet, he sent back, not knowing if it reached anything. Not yet, not yet, not yet, please, I will come for you, just not yet.

After an eternity, the Hive Queen seemed to calm. Or maybe he was just imagining it. Imagining her. He got up and slipped back into the library, picking up a random book on his way.