Library, Friday

[selfhelphero]

Technically, Billy was in the library, ready to help anyone who needed help or check out any books that were just dying to go home with someone (metaphorically dying--literally dying books would probably be confiscated). But anyone who needed him would have to find him under the blanket pile on the chair at the front desk.

Seriously, what was the point in being a super awesome magic user if you couldn't magic a head cold away?

[The OCD is hiding and freezing its butt off.]

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[dollpocalypse]

"Hi, blanket pile," Topher greeted the front desk before thumping down a large, heavy book about app programming. "Returning this."