Library, Saturday

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Elsa was feeling pretty excellent as she made her way to the library (for what felt like the first time in months, though it couldn't possibly have been so long!) for her shift today. She was very much enjoying her new jewelry and the peace of mind that it gave her, while opening up entire worlds of possibilities for her powers. She fondly remembered playing with Anna when they were children, now, and couldn't help but consider all of the possibilities that were open to them once again.

Maybe she'd ask her sister if she wanted to build a snowman, later. Spring seemed to be taking its time around here this year, so a little bit more snow couldn't hurt, right?

The library was open, and Elsa was looking through books about winter games, planning to make up for a lot of lost time.

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John was there, amid the piles of books and papers.

Every so often he'd wander back over to his desk, where there sat a slightly-battered silk top hat with a silver band. Every so often he'd run his fingers along the small, inch-long singed section of the brim, or pull out his phone and stare at a contact before sighing and tucking the phone away again.

He was going to need a really good story to tell Zee, if he wanted to leave the island (and Gaunt) off her radar. If he didn't play this right, she'd come barging in demanding answers and possibly threatening Gaunt for the rest of her father's kit - assuming the man had it - and it was just plain safer for her if she didn't know where it came from or what he'd done.

Stupid shit was his stock-in-trade. He wasn't going to let her do anything she'd regret later.

Fuck. Conning the fucking Three had been fucking easier than this. Then again, they'd been demons, not women with astronomically accurate bullshit meters.