❖ library。

@☾ cole winchester "Ah, you're welcome," Dex said, leaning against the bookshelf as he looked at her. Usually, he wasn't this nosy, but for some reason, he was super intrigued. His father was The beast, so big, furry animals were kind of his forte if he was going to be honest. "I see. Do you mind telling me what you're looking for? Maybe I could even be of some help if you want."

@☼ codex rose Cole shakes her head and refused when he asked if he could catch some books for her, "No, this is enough for me. Thank you." She told before turning her feet but the other asked again what is she going to do with it then she tilted her head and smiled. "I kinda... have to look for something..." She answered.

@☾ cole winchester “Of course, I’ll be glad to help.” Dex replied, reaching just a little to grab the book before handing it over with a small smile. “Here you are. Do you need me to get anything else for you? I do work here, so feel free to use me as a resource!” The male also couldn’t help but notice that her books were all related to a similar topic. “Are you doing some sort of report or project on werewolves...?”

@☼ codex rose She looked on the male and was asked by him before nodding a bit, "I-I was trying to reach the blue book over here." Cole answered and tries to reach it again but with no luck whatsoever. "Can you reach that book? I kinda needed it." The lone wolf asked with a hint of nervous look.

@☾ cole winchester Something else interrupted him on his way back, but this time, it actually wasn’t a bad interruption. Down one of the aisles he was passing, another student seemed to be struggling to grab a novel off of a higher up shelf. Dex immediately went over and pointed to a particular book. “Is this what you’re trying to reach, miss?” He asked, a quizzical look on his face.

@☼ codex rose After her class who talks about the tales of her petrified-looking-father, she stopped by the library and looks for some books regarding to her father's location. The tales of Little Red Riding Hood and the 3 little pigs really are the ones iconic for the big bad wolf. She gets some books about curing lycanthropy and also books about wolves, she couldn't reach the other one bit tries to reach it.

@☾ cole winchester Dex was just about to settle down behind the front desk to work on some of the assignments he'd received when he noticed another student out of the corner of his eye throw his legs up onto one of the tables located in the middle of the library. With a disgusted huff, he stormed over to said student and placed his hands on his hips, leaning forward into the other male's personal space. "Feet off the table! What are you, some sort of heathen?" Dex growled, eyes fiery and dangerous. Though he didn't have any powers or the like to defend himself against anyone he came into contact with, that didn't stop him from being assertive and brave.

After the student scrambled to remove his legs, Dex shot him, along with the rest of the others who were sitting at the same table, a warning glare to let them know that he wasn't messing around. Then, he spun around on his heels and started to make his way back to the checkout counter.

@☼ ravenna sparrow jazael leaned back in his seat, fingers reaching up to push itself past through light-blonde locks as he heaved a rather heavy sigh. he closed his books and collected his papers which had scattered about on the table, and placed them aside. he didn't particularly hate studying or revising, but he had too much information in his head that he needed a well-deserved break. if he had decided to study even more, he was sure as hell that his brain would explode anytime soon.

he spared his wristwatch a glance - it was already afternoon and jazael hadn't gotten himself something for lunch. perhaps he would visit the cafeteria and get himself something to eat before heading back to the dorms to rest. though as soon as he stood up, he could hear a somewhat loud 'thump' upstairs, and, curious to know who or what had caused such noise, he climbed up the stairs to the second floor in order to check it out - and caught someone red-handed with a bottle of some sort of liquor. the beverage was prohibited in campus, and as he approached the young lady, he snatched the bottle by the neck and held it high in front of her. "what in the hell were you thinking, drinking /this/ thing here?"

() no worries, and it's more than okay! uwu

@☾ jazael white it was one of those times when you want to get things done, but you just can’t seem to get anything done because you’re either lazy or too distracted or hungry or all of the above. and that was exactly the case for raven. few books were laying flat on the table in front of her, the papers worn to touch and the corners of the pages scribbled with messy handwritings and doodles, her blank gaze fixed on the words that seemed so familiar yet strange. stifling a yawn, her hand s into her bag on the chair next to her and she was about to pull another notebook out when the familiar coldness of a glass bottle graced her fingertips. at that instant, any remaining thoughts of getting some studying done soon vanished, replaced by tempting desires as fingers closed around the neck of the bottle, drawing it out from the bag.

the first sip of the rum proved to be more refreshing that what she had expected, and she didn’t even stop to take a breath before knocking back a few more sips. drinking alcohol in a library probably wasn’t the best thing to do, and she momentarily thought of the consequences or punishments that would come along if she was caught. or did she even fully memorize the rules first of all? she couldn’t tell for sure but what she did know was that rum made her happy and energetic, and she would definitely need some energy to get some studying done. so no harm done, right? with that in mind, a grin grew on her face as she took another sip before setting the bottle down on the table, only with a little too much force that caused her to be self conscious at the noise. her gaze wandered around the place, only half caring that people would make the effort to climb up the stairs to the second floor just to check out the source of the noise.

() sorry this is late skdfjsf i hope it's okay uvu!

@☼ aiden sol dupre "im always late, i never remember things..." she didn't really have much to add on, but she was still thinking about just how frustrating it likely was. especially when it was the first thing he brought up. clara lifted her gaze to aiden, only to see him focused on his book.

not at her.

"it doesnt matter." clara snipped, closing her book a little harder than she intended. but she felt a certain familiar heat prickling behind her nose and eyes, and she didn't want to cry in front of him, especially not now. so instead, she packed up her things into her bag, rising up from her seat and shoving the chair in. "enjoy your studying. i'll leave you be today." the girl wanted to add in that she was such a hassle, but she bit her tongue to stop herself.

@☼ clara liddell as much as aiden wanted to focus on reading through his homework and assignments, he couldn't stop glancing at clara, a frown playing at his lips. was something wrong? she didn't seem like her usually cheery self, and it was... odd, to say the least. but he didn't know how to bring it up. he'd never really been the type of person to try and make someone feel better — that was clara's job, not his. he wasn't even sure if she felt bad, or if it was just... him being overly worried. probably the latter — he felt like he was always worried about her.

her question surprised him, however. he frowned — why would she suddenly say that? it's not like he ever had a problem with it before. "of course not," he snorted, pretending to focus on his book. "i've known you for how long, and you've always been forgetful. why would it be a problem now?"

@☼ aiden sol dupre she stayed silent for a long moment, looking down to the books on the table. frankly, clara expected him to say something, anything, about her mood, but he didn't. it was typical of him, but for once, she expected something different.

"sure," the single world left her lips in a whisper, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was just another thing in her domino effect. with a sigh, she opened her book, gaze slow to fall on the words on the page. she didn't usually give into the feeling, sadness never really looking good on her. but today was different.

clara sighed again, looking up at aiden from across the table. she very suddenly had a thought cross her mind. "it's a problem, isnt it? my forgetfulness?"

@☼ clara liddell aiden had to admit that clara looked a little... different than she usually did. he was used to seeing his friend with a bright smile, or a carefree shrug that seemed to wipe away all of her worries. he wasn't used to seeing her so... quiet. it was a bit concerning, to be honest.

but he couldn't drop his whole exasperated act with her — that would be too obvious, wouldn't it? even clara would be able to tell that something was going on if he suddenly fussed and fidgeted over her. he had to be discreet about the way he approached her — it would be much too embarrassing if she figured it out herself, anyway.

"it's fine," he hummed, shaking his head. "i know you don't mean any harm, and i'm used to you being late anyway. so, let's study?"

@☼ aiden sol dupre when clara finally did make it to the library, it was after having turned down the wrong hallway and gotten distracted by one of the murals. then, she had run into someone, remembered just where she was going, and her heel to head to the library.

it hadn't been a good day, to say the least. she missed a deadline, she forgot another paper, and she forgot when one of her classes was. it was really just one thing after another.

finally making her way into the room, she walked aimlessly around the bookshelves, distracted for a moment before catching sight of aiden. a smile lifted her lips -- someone familiar -- until she heard his words. stopping in her tracks, clara hung her head, feeling the swell of emotion in her chest before she took a deep breath.

"i... i did. i'm sorry." dropping her things onto the table and slumping into the chair across from aiden, she heaved a shaky sigh, trying to keep everything at bay. "it's.. i-i didn't mean to. i really didn't."

@☼ clara liddell not that aiden was looking forward to seeing his childhood friend after a long, tiring day of classes, but aiden was definitely looking forward to seeing his childhood friend after a long, tiring day of classes.

it was why he couldn't seem to sit still, bouncing his leg restlessly as he attempted to read through what he thought would be an interesting novel. as much as he liked reading, his agreement with clara to have met after classes in a rather isolated corner of the library kept him on edge. he couldn't focus — words seemed to be just words as he tried to digest exactly what was happening in the story, but he couldn't.

after what seemed like an eternity of waiting (but was really probably less than ten minutes), the sound of footsteps immediately had him looking up eagerly to be met with none other than his childhood friend. rather than greeting her properly, however, aiden scoffed, leaning back in his seat as if he hadn't been driving himself crazy with the tapping of his pen against the table.

"you're late," he sighed, shaking his head. "what, don't tell me you got lost again? crashed into someone on the way here, perhaps?"

@☾ frederika westergaard only a thousand words into the book about old haitian voodoo, and caliste was already interrupted. she supposed it was part of what made this academy difficult for antisocial future villains such as herself — there were too many "friendly" people for her liking. it was good that she was set to graduate soon. sighing deeply, caliste raised her eyes from her book to find another student standing in front of her — she didn't recognize the stranger, but that was normal. she didn't really care much for the other students.

"yes," she said simply. she'd never been the type to talk a lot, always direct and straight to the point, unlike her father. "i'm caliste." she had the feeling she knew what this girl was going to ask for — being something similar to a fortune teller, she often got requests for readings and divination. sometimes she obliged them, sometimes she didn't. it was sort of her reputation now — the young witch doctor of the academy. it wasn't a bad reputation, but it could get annoying when people bothered her for readings. like now, for example.

"as you can see, i'm quite busy. cut to the chase and ask me your question — i'll have to see if i'm in the mood to answer it."

@☾ caliste facilier erika's ghostly digits fidgeg with the spine of the book she held as she sauntered in the library aisles, peering into every corner with intent riddled across her anticipating features. she knew she would be here– of course, where else would she be? she'd heard about what she's capable of, a student named caliste who was rumored to specialize in witchcraft just like her father.

desperate would be very light of a word to refer to her in this unfortunate situation, the poor book she took hostage as to not seem suspicious stuck between her paling knuckles. had it been able to speak, she was sure she would not hear the end if it's complaints. but sadly, it'd have to bear with her now. admittedly quite frightened, she took her quiet footsteps amd stirred them towardsthe corners, hoping to find the girl curled up with a book.

she wouldn't have been so hell-bent on getting a reading, but lately, she feared it would be her only option. 'mayne this will finally help', she assured herself, as she finally spied the slender frame of an ethereal woman.

clearing once as an introduction, she spoke: "hey, you're caliste aren't you? sorry, hey, i'm erika. i saw you go in here, i was wondering if i could ask you something?"

@☾ frederika westergaard caliste supposed that one disadvantage of being a witch doctor was the sheer amount of research and learning that went into it, even outside of her classes in the academy. everyday, she'd digest at least three new books, writing down whatever spells and tricks she'd find in her personal grimoire. today was just one of those days — those days where she'd actually feel motivated to learn more than what her father demanded of her. he was less careful than she'd like to be, and she disagreed with the way he did his magic sometimes — but it wasn't her place to speak, no. it was her place to learn, and become everything that her father wanted to be.

and so here she was, tucked away in a quiet corner of the library as she pored over a rather old book on haitian voodoo. the sun seemed to shine brightly today — perhaps far too bright for her liking, but she wasn't complaining. all she wanted was peace and quiet to work in.