Rowan had beaten most of the other students being already settled at a quiet table on the third floor. She should be studying for her communications test at the moment, but all the books splayed around her were Latin textbooks. After the mysterious book from her childhood had finally opened up for her, or at least miraculously showed her the text inside, it was all she could focus on. The text inside was latin, and she was now dead set on translating it even garnering an untinetional minor to help with her efforts.
Either way, she was now working feverishly to translate the old book into English using one of her spare notebooks, a nicer one albiet, but a spare none the less. All she could get from the book thus far was the table of contents, listen translating a language she had no idea how to read was difficult.
(Rip Reed. Do we want to continue this without them?)
(i would love to continue this…..consensus?)
(Sure, I'm still game, but who's up for introducing themself—their character—next?)
(Me, sorry, I’ll have it up in about two hours or so after I finish the commission I’m working on)
At the front desk of the library, Judas was returning a couple of books he had taken out as part of his course. Nothing like having to read about the how effects of PTSD can impact every day life, not that he minded though as that was why he had chosen the Psychology course.
As he waited for the front desk student to get a move on with scanning the books’ barcodes, his foot tapped impatiently while he tugged on the sleeve of his macaroon cream blazer, and his eyes wandered around the area with an air of disinterest. Of course there were others around him, it was a library after all, but the general atmosphere caused more than a ticking noise inside his brain. It sounded more like the echoing pendulum of the grandfather clock at the end hallway of his housing establishment. He hadn’t heard such a noise since discovering his magick, and it wasn’t a migraine he had ever wanted to experience again.
The student at the desk cleared their throat, looking up at Judas as if they had been trying to talk to him for the past ten minutes, before Judas finally acknowledged him with a nervous smile. The scanning was done, which meant Judas now just had to find the book he had been meaning to take out last time and leave the library before either the migraine worsened or his hair dried and completely frizzed out.
(Cheers and gently prods thread.)
