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Latelt, she had gotten a strange habit of roaming the library in the dark, once everyone had decided it was time to call it a night and head back to their dorms. That was when the library felt hers and hers alone. She would head to the library around seven pm everyday to study once her classes were done and she would just stay. It wasnât something she planned, it would just happed. There was something about the library that called to her, being surrounded by books felt somewhat comforting. More comforting than being left alone with her own thoughts â those would be waiting for her when she got back to he dorm, until then, she had the library.
She was putting back some of the books she had read over the past hour or so when she noticed how large her shadow was, caused by one of the lamps that stood somewhere behind her. Luna moved her head to the side, and so did her shadow, she tiddled her head to the left this time, and again, so did her shadow. As tall as a gigant, she thought. She was ready to go back to the table where she had set her things when another shadow joined in next to hers. If she hadnât covered her mouth she wouldâve screamed, instead what came out was an agitated gasp. âJesus fucking christ! What theââ She exclaimed turning to face them. âYou donât do that to people, asshole!â
Carter wanted quiet, but they also wanted a change of scenery that offered them no distractions. It was time to pull an all nighter to finish their project for their music composition class. Just them, some headphones, and their laptop. Naturally, they doubted theyâd find anyone else there at night. There was probably some conspiracy theory about the ghost of Steven watching over everyone in the library and making sure they were taking their studies seriously. Even in death, heâs Mr. Perfect. No surprise there. Headphones playing Radiohead on low, they cracked open the door and made their way into the library.
It was slightly cold in the library, dim fluorescent lights shining down like a poor excuse for sunlight, and the smell of yellowed pages wafted in the air. Not exactly Carterâs usual place to inhabit, but maybe they needed something new. And with the presence of words from so many brilliant minds accompanying them, how could they not find a little extra inspiration for their project? Their optimism only lasted so long, however. The nagging of the other inhabitant echoed throughout the library. They flinched, stunned for a moment before their surprise dissolved into irritation. âDo what? Itâs not exactly my fault that youâre easily startled. Sorry for not wearing noisy jewelry or combat boots with chains on them or a fucking bell.â
















