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The day had mainly consisted of introduction lessons, breakdowns of how they will be assessed and what it will be on, all things that Freya had familiarised herself with months prior to starting. Though it seemed to act as a favour to those who had gone too hard the night prior, it only posed a colossal waste of time for Freya Hastings. So she sat through the classes frustrated, her mind fixating on the inefficiency of the day. In her attempt to compensate for how unproductive the first half of the day had been, Freya headed for the library the instant the clock hit lunch break. She had already made a list of the essential books she should be headed for, ready to get into what the lessons of the day barely scratched the surface of.
Walking into the library, Freya had to stop in her tracks at the sight before her. She knew it would be big and grand, but being confronted with the sheer magnitude and beauty of the space, this was nothing like what she was expecting. Towering bookshelves, the faint scent of leather bindings, a grand spiral staircase winding its way up to a second level, all lit by the tinted sunlight flooding in through strain-glassed windows. Contrast to the dull morning Freya had endured, she began to feel a surge of excitement and determination.
As Freya was looking around the library, she also couldn’t help but think of her mother. Had she once sat at one of the armchairs under the lamps? Which of the books lining the shelves had she picked up? What kind of things did she learn in here? A bittersweet feeling waved through her, with anticipation in being able to walk where she once did.
Heading for her targeted section, Freya scanned the spines of the books for the desired one. As she began to narrow down the rows even further, she found her eyes going round in circles at the absence of the one she needed. With the presence of the attentive librarian, Freya could assume that it wasn’t a case of her book being in the wrong place, but that it had already been taken. She took a deflated sigh and a step away from the bookshelf, turning for an alternative option.
Though when she turned, her eyes caught a glimpse of the title she had been looking for, in the hands of a girl’s tucked under a sketchbook. It appeared to not be in use at the moment, and so Freya edged closer to the current holder. However as she got nearer to the person, Freya began to recognise who she was about to approach. It seemed the girl from the night before had eventually bounced back, and well too, you would never have been able to detect a hangover from the way she looked.
But before she had the chance to back away and avoid that interaction, it seemed the girl had noticed Freya too. “Uh,” She started in surprise at her sudden approach, leaning on one of the bookshelves in alarm, knocking a few books onto the floor. “Aha, that- I’ll pick them up,” Freya assured, before refocusing onto why she had almost-approached in the first place. “The book, Astral Traveller’s Handbook you have,” She began, stopping as if it were a full request. But then realising she hadn’t actually asked the question part of that. “You don’t seem to be using it… could I borrow it?” She eventually asked.
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@Kristi Thalia