Library, Thursday 12/9

[noonedecidesmyfate]

There were burning logs in fireplaces showing on every computer screen in the library when Belle arrived. No online public access catalogs here today. Only Yule logs.

Hopefully nobody needed to look anything up online or actually check out any books.

Belle was keeping herself busy eating candy canes and reading about holiday traditions and trying to make at least some sense of the recent odd events. She still didn't understand the sweaters from the party she'd inadvertently attended on Friday. She also didn't understand why one book was determined she read about mistletoe which she was fairly certain was poisonous.

Comments

Re: Talk to Belle

[existencemisspent]

"Not since the librarians wised up and put the aggressors in special storage," Eliot said. "I'm a Magician. Our books tend to develop . . . minds of their own."

Re: Talk to Belle

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Extended exposure to magic made them magical?" That was interesting.

"I wonder if that happens other places as well."

Re: Talk to Belle

[existencemisspent]

"That or being written about magic by Magicians," Eliot said, shrugging. "I'm not a Librarian. Or even a librarian. I'm actually happy to avoid libraries entirely when I can help it."

Re: Talk to Belle

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"You couldn't help it today?" Belle asked.

Re: Talk to Belle

[existencemisspent]

"Yule logs," Eliot said, "don't tell you much about how to stop a fear entity."

Re: Talk to Belle

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"No, I can't imagine they would say anything at all on that subject." Belle frowned, looking around. "Or any other subject."

Yule logs were just not informative by nature.

"The books will certainly be more useful than the logs are," she added. "At least I hope so."

Re: Talk to Belle

[existencemisspent]

“Fingers crossed,” Eliot agreed blithely. “I’ve already read everything we’ve got at the Magic Box.”