fandomhigh | Just outside of Special Collections and beyond [Wednesday late afternoon]

Belle couldn't believe it had taken her this long to think of this. She blamed the exhaustion clouding her brain, but a possible answer was looming there at the other end of her library.

Of course they hadn't found anything, out here where the books she understood lived. But why would they? These books dealt were normal, and while they spoke of otherworldly things, Belle knew where the dangerous material was kept.

So she'd emerged from her office (nearly tripping over Gabrielle's gift (and her heart melted a little at the thoughtfulness, but this wasn't the time), tying her hair back and looking more awake than she had in a week. She stopped by the circulation desk to tell Gabrielle to keep things under control here as she moved towards Special Collections and stopped at the edge of the entrance in.

She wasn't stupid enough to go in alone, but she also hardly wanted to drag anyone else in. So she cast a glance around, hesitating. She'd only pause a minute, but she needed to see if there was anyone else she could or would take with her. The idea of bringing in students caused her to pause a fair amount.

[for our intrepid team, and ~~please hold for~~ OCD is up, even if lj bloooows.]

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"Special Collections is never a first resort," Parker said, grimacing at the doorway. In an undertone, she muttered to the doorway: "So. We meet again, my adversary. Mua. Ha. Ha."

"I was afraid of that," Jen muttered, raising an eyebrow at Parker. "Sounds like someone's got a history with this place."

"Insane sexist monks, mazes, friends looking for porn meeting dragons, genies that give you pedicures whether you want them or not..." Parker cracked her neck. "And then there's the books."

"Unstable former interim principals," Jen added. Oh, she'd heard that story. "No wonder you need a high-level security clearance to get in there."

. . . that's not what they call it in a school library, Jen, but still.

"The worse your reason for going in there, the more it messes with you," Parker agreed. "Shelving was always an adventure. It might not be too rough on us this time, but I'm taking in dragon-hide gloves anyway. Some of the books are poisonous or magic." She shot Jen a glance. "But. There could be something that can help."

"That seems to be the rule with restricted-access places," Jen answered with a nod. "And I'd rather go in there than leave some well-meaning but unprepared freshman to do it."

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