Truth be told, Willa was a little overwhelmed. Just a little. She was in the Nefarious Books And Those Who Charmed Them section, and currently a copy of ‘Modern Fixes For Flesh Eating Strawberries’ by R.M. Hoothowler was trying to dive bomb her. She thought this was a completely uncalled for course of action, as she had just repaired the spine of said ungrateful book that morning.
“Must you be so rude?” That would be the closest Willa would ever get to cursing. Implying one was rude was just not done, even if the ‘one’ in question was an alarmingly angry book. A small, panicked sound emitted from her as the book launched another, rather successful (or at least the book thought so, as it crinkled it’s pages in what could only be described as a satisfied way) attack.
“Alright, I-I didn’t want to do this, but you have forced my hand.” Willa wasn’t too good at talking tough. What she found she was good at in the next few seconds was flailing after a murderous book who was much too happy to be off the shelf.
Standing still in front of the entrance, one arm wrapped around a large, square book, Bruno allows his eyes to get used to the sight. He turns his head around once, just to check if he entered the correct building----- the man doesn’t often visit libraries but even he knows it is usually quiet in them; this is anything but. Following the source of loudly torn paper& footsteps, he walks among the bookshelves- slowly, as if he doesn’t want to know what on Earth is going on but curiosity has overshadowed his instinct to stay away.
As he sees the redhead chase after the stubborn book, he manages to keep a straight face. Bruno only came to return Animal Ghosts of Britain, a book he found under his sofa and which is probably overdue for about six months, and now he finds himself caught up in this ( rather funny ) situation.
‘ I’ve come to re--- Do you need some help over there?? '
Fingers wrap around the rowan wand in his jacket, though he doesn’t wait for her reply as she seems to be in enough trouble already. Pointing the wood at the energetic piece of literature, Bruno mumbles a freezing spell ( ‘Immobulus!’ ), forcing the thing to stop moving. It seems however, that other books are planning to follow this rather rebellious one ; a few of them start shaking, trying to get free from the shelves.
