Poptart
Bethany
And so it begins. . .
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ElizaVioly
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
That wonderful feeling of warmth, spreading through her hand as fast as lightning. Giving some comfort to her stiff and freezing fingers, tickling them.
Maddie sighed, observing her hand that kept a tight grip around the coffee cup that had been placed in front of her, merely seconds ago. Steam was still rising from its dark brown content, teasing her, inviting her in. As if whispering to her; drink me ... you know you want to.
Indeed she wanted to, but she knew she really shouldn't. Come on, I'm waiting ... the coffee teased her again. Another sigh escaped her lips before she caved in and took a light sip.
She instantly regretted her decision as the hot liquid made its way through her mouth and down her throat - burning her painfully. She, to her embarrassment, let out a loud shriek before putting the cup down abruptly. Her gaze darted across the room of the Burrow's coffeehouse. All eyes were on her, giving away a mixture of confusion, mockery and annoyance.
"Sorry, hot coffee." She gave away an apologetic smile then continued to stare down into her cup, now with slightly flushed cheeks.
The rain was pouring down outside, the drops caressing the large window by her seat, doing it firmly. Maddie gathered the two couldn't be the bestest of friends. How many times could not the raindrops have stained the glass, shattering the otherwise spotless window's ego.
She stared out the window for a short while, watching a cyclist role by on the otherwise deserted street. Not many people would defy the weather, not when the weather was like this anyway. She watched the cyclist round a corner further down and disappear.
Maddie wondered if maybe it was someone who would rather stay fit than sit at home. Then again, getting a cold wouldn't be considered to be very healthy either. Though she couldn't blame the man for wanting to get outside. The last week had been rainy and cold, which without of doubt would have imprisoned most people to their homes. Not the ideal image of a summer paradise exactly.
Why was she thinking about this? Hadn't she thought about the weather enough?
Maddie let her hand rest a while on her cup again, before she got up to grab her moss green hoodie which was hanging on the chair to her left. She let the zipper pull all the way up to her chin and let the large hood cover half her face. Okay time to get wet, she thought before heading outside.
The rain collided with her the second she abandoned the small roof of the coffeehouse. She'd been standing there for quite a while, hoping the dark clouds would evaporate and perhaps bring a little sunshine. But who was she kidding? She'd be lucky if it stopped raining and lucky, it turned out, was something she wasn't.
Walking down the deserted street, she wasn't sure where she was heading. Maybe she should just go home but the bus wouldn't arrive until later. Though she could always take refuge at the bus stop ... But she really didn't look forward to being stuck at a bus stop for several hours.
Maddie raised her head and looked around, her hazel eyes fixating on the old library, located on the other side of the street.
She jogged lightly to get to the other pavement, ready to take a break from the rain under the library roof. Taking a deep breath, she let her hood down, feeling somewhat triumphant that she'd found herself some shelter.
She turned around, expecting to see the door to the library being barricaded as usual; the library had been abandoned for many years. It was an old building, though quite how old it was she didn't know.
To her surprise the wooden door looked new, in fact the whole building looked entirely refurbished. A white sign with black letters hung on the door with the writing: Open
With a puzzled expression on her face and eyes that glowed with excitement, Maddie without hesitation entered the library.
Her jaw dropped at the sight of the library's inside. It was large, with the highest ceiling she'd ever seen (well, at least if she didn't count google images) and it was held up by several enormous white pillars. It was a mixture of old and new ...
The walls were painted with a warm beige color, looking brand new. The bookshelves seemed to be very old, but the lamps that hung from the ceiling were white and round, quite modern.
She'd become so transfixed by the entirety of the whole room that she hadn't noticed she wasn't alone. Maddie jumped by surprise when she saw a man standing by one of the shelves. He was standing with his head turned from her, with only half his chest visible. A tag on his chest said: Librarian
"Hi, I didn't know the library had opened ..." she said with a happy tune, walking towards him. "I'm Maddie, seems like I'm the first one to notice! When exactly did you open?"
Maddie sighed, observing her hand that kept a tight grip around the coffee cup that had been placed in front of her, merely seconds ago. Steam was still rising from its dark brown content, teasing her, inviting her in. As if whispering to her; drink me ... you know you want to.
Indeed she wanted to, but she knew she really shouldn't. Come on, I'm waiting ... the coffee teased her again. Another sigh escaped her lips before she caved in and took a light sip.
She instantly regretted her decision as the hot liquid made its way through her mouth and down her throat - burning her painfully. She, to her embarrassment, let out a loud shriek before putting the cup down abruptly. Her gaze darted across the room of the Burrow's coffeehouse. All eyes were on her, giving away a mixture of confusion, mockery and annoyance.
"Sorry, hot coffee." She gave away an apologetic smile then continued to stare down into her cup, now with slightly flushed cheeks.
The rain was pouring down outside, the drops caressing the large window by her seat, doing it firmly. Maddie gathered the two couldn't be the bestest of friends. How many times could not the raindrops have stained the glass, shattering the otherwise spotless window's ego.
She stared out the window for a short while, watching a cyclist role by on the otherwise deserted street. Not many people would defy the weather, not when the weather was like this anyway. She watched the cyclist round a corner further down and disappear.
Maddie wondered if maybe it was someone who would rather stay fit than sit at home. Then again, getting a cold wouldn't be considered to be very healthy either. Though she couldn't blame the man for wanting to get outside. The last week had been rainy and cold, which without of doubt would have imprisoned most people to their homes. Not the ideal image of a summer paradise exactly.
Why was she thinking about this? Hadn't she thought about the weather enough?
Maddie let her hand rest a while on her cup again, before she got up to grab her moss green hoodie which was hanging on the chair to her left. She let the zipper pull all the way up to her chin and let the large hood cover half her face. Okay time to get wet, she thought before heading outside.
The rain collided with her the second she abandoned the small roof of the coffeehouse. She'd been standing there for quite a while, hoping the dark clouds would evaporate and perhaps bring a little sunshine. But who was she kidding? She'd be lucky if it stopped raining and lucky, it turned out, was something she wasn't.
Walking down the deserted street, she wasn't sure where she was heading. Maybe she should just go home but the bus wouldn't arrive until later. Though she could always take refuge at the bus stop ... But she really didn't look forward to being stuck at a bus stop for several hours.
Maddie raised her head and looked around, her hazel eyes fixating on the old library, located on the other side of the street.
She jogged lightly to get to the other pavement, ready to take a break from the rain under the library roof. Taking a deep breath, she let her hood down, feeling somewhat triumphant that she'd found herself some shelter.
She turned around, expecting to see the door to the library being barricaded as usual; the library had been abandoned for many years. It was an old building, though quite how old it was she didn't know.
To her surprise the wooden door looked new, in fact the whole building looked entirely refurbished. A white sign with black letters hung on the door with the writing: Open
With a puzzled expression on her face and eyes that glowed with excitement, Maddie without hesitation entered the library.
Her jaw dropped at the sight of the library's inside. It was large, with the highest ceiling she'd ever seen (well, at least if she didn't count google images) and it was held up by several enormous white pillars. It was a mixture of old and new ...
The walls were painted with a warm beige color, looking brand new. The bookshelves seemed to be very old, but the lamps that hung from the ceiling were white and round, quite modern.
She'd become so transfixed by the entirety of the whole room that she hadn't noticed she wasn't alone. Maddie jumped by surprise when she saw a man standing by one of the shelves. He was standing with his head turned from her, with only half his chest visible. A tag on his chest said: Librarian
"Hi, I didn't know the library had opened ..." she said with a happy tune, walking towards him. "I'm Maddie, seems like I'm the first one to notice! When exactly did you open?"
Poptart
Bethany
Delvin stared down into the abyss of his coffee cup. Black, he always took it black. He listened as the rain played patty-cake with the window panes. Hope the ceiling doesn't leak, he thought to himself. It looked a little unreliable. Sure, it seemed grand and lofty- but if you looked carefully, there were cracks. I guess I am no different, he mused. I am not what I was in my hay-day. He reached up to trace the lines of his emerging crow's feet.
The howling of the wind sounded like voices. It isn't the trees, he had to reassure himself. He wrapped his coal grey cloak about him and paced over to the card catalog (he had never even seen a computer). He found that some of the index cards had nibble marks. "Squinty!", he barked, "again?!". A miniature black rat with white polka-dots poked its head out of Delvin's cloak pocket and climbed up onto his shoulder. It rubbed its little twitchy face on Delvin's cheek as if asking for mercy. Delvin could only sigh and shake his head. He scratched underneath Squinty's chin, just the way he liked.
All the books were not in the proper order yet. They were all organized by title, as they were all written by a single author: Unknown. That's what was written on every cover. Soon, every book would be where it belonged. He hoped- really it was his only hope- that someone could find enjoyment from these books. They deserved to be appreciated, he thought. He didn't feel so alone when he remembered he was surrounded by them (and Squinty). But, he was also surrounded by trees. . .he cringed. He hardly ventured outside because of it (only when he needed to get more food and other supplies). Thank goodness this place had a fireplace, running water, a clawfoot bathtub- the essentials. For now, he was sleeping at his desk in his lumpy leather chair. It felt better than the creaky wooden floor. He'd make this place into a home...eventually.
He grabbed a book and walked over to the ladder to place it on a high shelf. He wasn't short by any means, but these shelves seemed to go on forever into the heavens. Lost in thought about his current predicament and living arrangements, he didn't hear the chime of the bell on the door. He was even mumbling to himself about making a trip into town to buy a few blankets and another wheel of cheese. When he heard the sing-song of a female voice, he thought it was all in his head- until he realized it wasn't. He was so startled, he tumbled from the ladder rungs, landing awkwardly on his feet like a wounded cat. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't actually heard what she said to him. He hadn't had any contact with people from this world except the merchants. His first instinct was to react defensively.
"Can you not see I am in the middle of something?". He glared at this petite young woman. He was thoroughly embarrassed, so he thought intimidation may stop her from laughing at his little fall.
The howling of the wind sounded like voices. It isn't the trees, he had to reassure himself. He wrapped his coal grey cloak about him and paced over to the card catalog (he had never even seen a computer). He found that some of the index cards had nibble marks. "Squinty!", he barked, "again?!". A miniature black rat with white polka-dots poked its head out of Delvin's cloak pocket and climbed up onto his shoulder. It rubbed its little twitchy face on Delvin's cheek as if asking for mercy. Delvin could only sigh and shake his head. He scratched underneath Squinty's chin, just the way he liked.
All the books were not in the proper order yet. They were all organized by title, as they were all written by a single author: Unknown. That's what was written on every cover. Soon, every book would be where it belonged. He hoped- really it was his only hope- that someone could find enjoyment from these books. They deserved to be appreciated, he thought. He didn't feel so alone when he remembered he was surrounded by them (and Squinty). But, he was also surrounded by trees. . .he cringed. He hardly ventured outside because of it (only when he needed to get more food and other supplies). Thank goodness this place had a fireplace, running water, a clawfoot bathtub- the essentials. For now, he was sleeping at his desk in his lumpy leather chair. It felt better than the creaky wooden floor. He'd make this place into a home...eventually.
He grabbed a book and walked over to the ladder to place it on a high shelf. He wasn't short by any means, but these shelves seemed to go on forever into the heavens. Lost in thought about his current predicament and living arrangements, he didn't hear the chime of the bell on the door. He was even mumbling to himself about making a trip into town to buy a few blankets and another wheel of cheese. When he heard the sing-song of a female voice, he thought it was all in his head- until he realized it wasn't. He was so startled, he tumbled from the ladder rungs, landing awkwardly on his feet like a wounded cat. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't actually heard what she said to him. He hadn't had any contact with people from this world except the merchants. His first instinct was to react defensively.
"Can you not see I am in the middle of something?". He glared at this petite young woman. He was thoroughly embarrassed, so he thought intimidation may stop her from laughing at his little fall.
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ElizaVioly
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
Maddie, instantaneously and without restraint started to laugh. The scene that was taking place in front of her was so odd or more so incredible that she was unable to stop the vibration to exit from her mouth. The whole thing felt like it was taken from a silent movie, it seemed as unlikely to happen as if someone were to step on a banana peel; equally as unreal.
Her laugh was high-pitched, her voice being rather high to begin with. Something she often felt quite insecure about. Still, it was not this fact that made her laugh escapade stop so abruptly, but more so the fact of the man's sudden and explosive reaction. Her conscience tugged at her at once, making her feel bad.
"I'm so sorry! I ... It was just, your movement ... It looked so funny, like a movie and I couldn't stop myself ..." Maddie let her gaze fall to the floor, she was rambling. She sighed, why did she not answer in a simple way, like regular people.
"Anyway, I'm sorry ..." She finally let her gaze travel back up, now she was able to study the man more in detail.
The first thing Maddie noticed was how the man, despite his foul mood, was entirely in all truth; extremely handsome.
She stared at him for a long while. Being completely transfixed, or maybe she was in shock, she didn't know. In the silent retreat of her mind, where her thoughts and her thoughts alone ruled; she cursed herself for her reaction. Such a silly she was.
As if not registering until now, Maddie came to think of his question. Right, he had actually spoken to her. Glad to be able to steer away from her own embarrassment she finally answered:
"No, I didn't see you were busy. I'm Maddie by the way, in case you didn't hear." She took a few steps closer to him, realizing he was wearing ... a cloak? That was strange, though she didn't confront him about it, maybe it was a theme day at the library. Maddie moved closer and finally went past the man, her destination being the bookshelves. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement.
Her laugh was high-pitched, her voice being rather high to begin with. Something she often felt quite insecure about. Still, it was not this fact that made her laugh escapade stop so abruptly, but more so the fact of the man's sudden and explosive reaction. Her conscience tugged at her at once, making her feel bad.
"I'm so sorry! I ... It was just, your movement ... It looked so funny, like a movie and I couldn't stop myself ..." Maddie let her gaze fall to the floor, she was rambling. She sighed, why did she not answer in a simple way, like regular people.
"Anyway, I'm sorry ..." She finally let her gaze travel back up, now she was able to study the man more in detail.
The first thing Maddie noticed was how the man, despite his foul mood, was entirely in all truth; extremely handsome.
She stared at him for a long while. Being completely transfixed, or maybe she was in shock, she didn't know. In the silent retreat of her mind, where her thoughts and her thoughts alone ruled; she cursed herself for her reaction. Such a silly she was.
As if not registering until now, Maddie came to think of his question. Right, he had actually spoken to her. Glad to be able to steer away from her own embarrassment she finally answered:
"No, I didn't see you were busy. I'm Maddie by the way, in case you didn't hear." She took a few steps closer to him, realizing he was wearing ... a cloak? That was strange, though she didn't confront him about it, maybe it was a theme day at the library. Maddie moved closer and finally went past the man, her destination being the bookshelves. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement.
Poptart
Bethany
The girl- Maddie, she called herself- skipped away before Delvin had a chance to say anything else. His eyes trailed after her, his face still frozen in an unwavering dumb-struck scowl. He tried to recollect everything she had just said. A....movie? What is that?, he wondered to himself. That kid better be careful with my books. "Squinty, follow her and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble". Squinty gave a little squeak and scurried down the aisles after her. At least I finally have a customer. No one had browsed his library until now. He knew everyone must assume it was still abandoned, but he didn't have the materials or man power to remodel the outside of the building, nor did he relish venturing out amongst the masses to advertise. Whatever is meant to be will happen, right? That was the sentiment he kept trying to reassure himself of. He did his part in refilling these shelves- now he would just wait for the people to come to him. Perhaps this Maddie kid would tell her friends or parents about it.
Just then, there was a loud crack of thunder. He winced a little in surprise. Under his breath, he chanted an old folk song meant to calm the clouds' rage, but he knew it wouldn't work here. Another crackle of thunder. The chandelier swayed, and the crystal beads clacked together. The lights began to flicker until they finally fizzled out. The next bolt of lightning illuminated the entirety of the library. Damn it... This wasn't good for business. Delvin knew he had a stock pile of candles in the closet. He waited for the next jolt of lightning to help him find his way.
Just then, there was a loud crack of thunder. He winced a little in surprise. Under his breath, he chanted an old folk song meant to calm the clouds' rage, but he knew it wouldn't work here. Another crackle of thunder. The chandelier swayed, and the crystal beads clacked together. The lights began to flicker until they finally fizzled out. The next bolt of lightning illuminated the entirety of the library. Damn it... This wasn't good for business. Delvin knew he had a stock pile of candles in the closet. He waited for the next jolt of lightning to help him find his way.
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