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fandomhigh2019-09-04 03:18 am
raisedbybooklice) wrote in fandomhigh2019-09-04 03:18 am
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Fandom Library, Wednesday
Elisabeth had tried to find the library on Monday, but had ended up getting distracted by castle exploration and had only managed to spot it after it had closed. Tuesday she had no classes, but here it was Wednesday and after her last class had been dismissed, she beelined straight for the library. The door opened under her hand and then swung open, almost in invitation. One that Elisabeth didn't hesitate to accept.
There was just something about the way that libraries smelled that made her feel at home; the scent of a thousand books.
She let herself in and began poking around the stacks, not looking for anything in particular, just getting a feel for how it was laid out, trailing her fingers across shelves and spines. For the first time since arriving, Elisabeth felt like she was home. And yet, incredibly homesick at the same time.
"If you could just move and communicate, it'd be just like Summershall," she whispered to a collection of sonnets.
There was a moment of stillness and then all the books in that row fell off their shelves and fluttered over to her, surrounding Elisabeth in a cyclone of paper and ink. The susurrus of the wind in their pages sounded like whispers; she could almost hear them saying 'Hello, hello.
"Why - why - this is a Great Library!" Elisabeth gasped. "You're all alive! Like the grimoires at home!"
The books dipped, like a nod of agreement - and then flew off into the furthest corners of the library.
Because of course they did.
And Elisabeth sped off to go catch them and put them back. Because no library apprentice would stand for books being out of order, no matter what library they were in.
There was just something about the way that libraries smelled that made her feel at home; the scent of a thousand books.
She let herself in and began poking around the stacks, not looking for anything in particular, just getting a feel for how it was laid out, trailing her fingers across shelves and spines. For the first time since arriving, Elisabeth felt like she was home. And yet, incredibly homesick at the same time.
"If you could just move and communicate, it'd be just like Summershall," she whispered to a collection of sonnets.
There was a moment of stillness and then all the books in that row fell off their shelves and fluttered over to her, surrounding Elisabeth in a cyclone of paper and ink. The susurrus of the wind in their pages sounded like whispers; she could almost hear them saying 'Hello, hello.
"Why - why - this is a Great Library!" Elisabeth gasped. "You're all alive! Like the grimoires at home!"
The books dipped, like a nod of agreement - and then flew off into the furthest corners of the library.
Because of course they did.
And Elisabeth sped off to go catch them and put them back. Because no library apprentice would stand for books being out of order, no matter what library they were in.