Noah had honestly noticed that he stopped moving when he watched her work on the book. It was kind of fascinating to see other people be so in tune with their own work. However, when she spoke, he paused for a moment before smiling. “I was just kind of entranced a little bit. You seemed so focused and careful.” He replied, giving a small smile as he moved closer. “Is that an important book your working on?”
lifting the glasses to her head and leaned back, “gotta be focused on something like this, needs a lot of work and careful hands.” she looked down at the book and shrugged. “it’s 17 century. only a few copies left and this one will go in protective cases and put on display. not the most important book i’ve ever worked on but lots of value. but who i am to put importance on a book. very well could someone’s most important book.” she laughed.
“I was admiring the view,” he spoke with a sarcastic grin. Ezra was comfortable enough around most of his coworkers to actually joke around with them at this point. Truthfully, she had seemed so into her work he didn’t want to interrupt her because he knew what it was like when someone interrupted him while he was perfecting a recipe. “Actually, I brought leftover muffins from breakfast to share. I already left some with coaches so I figured I’d offer before I put the rest in the staff lounge.” Sharing food was about the only kind thing Ezra did without prompting.
“Ain’t it a view.” She raised her brow looking up, a small sort of smile on her face. “Well I never say no to a muffin. But I’m gonna need ya ta take a few steps. This is a very important book and I will not have muffin crumbs all over my table.” Taking off her equipment the blonde left her desk carefully and walked over. “If yer still takin’ it over to the lounge I could use stretch of my legs. Do ya mind the company?”
“Sorry.” The Irishman said quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to interrupt whatever you were doing,” he said and pointed to the books. “But I’m trying to find books on the history of Broadway? I’m doing a paper, you see, and while I know I have the internet, we’re not allowed to use it. And this library is a bit overwhelming with books.” He said and chuckled a little embarrassed. Truth be told, he hadn’t really looked. “thank you, in advance.”
“Ahh, the not allowed to use the internet projects. There’s usually a spike in the library when that happens. Okay.” Violet put down her things and brushed her hands together and stood up. “It’s a big library, that’s for sure. But no worries. Lets see, history of broadway, that is the 700s, which means it’s third floor. Come on then dear, this way. Is there anythin’ specific your lookin’ for?
With strange glasses, lights and tool Violet carefully worked on one of the books that was sent to her. One of her favourite things was to repair old books, she always thought of herself as book doctor when they were sent to her. All books were different and some needed different care. This one needed the spine repaired and the pages reglued. So she worked, paying the most careful attention. However after a while the blonde looked up and saw the person standing in her doorway. “Can I help you or are you just gonna keep standing there?”
“Sometimes i don’t know why I’m here.” Nico muttered to himself as he sat at the orientation table. He was waiting for kids to show up, and for one to get assigned to him so he could give a tour. Nico missed California and he felt, sometimes, like he had more important things to do than teach a bunch of students things that he had learned on his own. But he had signed up for it, now he had to commit. This was just part of his job. ‘I could be writing right now and yet I’m here, waiting to give tours to anyone who wants one. What a fucking switch.”
the librarian looked up and sighed. the tours occasionally started in the library, it was an easy place to find on campus. “yet here you are. just like all of us.” she raised a brow to the man, twirling her pencil. “i mean no kids have shown up yet, so maybe they’ll be late and you’ll get to leave. or you can make it so the last part of the tour is finding your way back. give them a sense of adventure.”
Did you see VIOLET VANCE today? I hear she’s only TWENTY FIVE and have been at the school for TWO years. Some say they can be quite CUNNING AND WARM but are also known to be ANNOYING AND SNARKY. She told me they are a LIBRARIAN and specialize in RESTORATION. I’ve always thought she looked a lot like MARGOT ROBBIE.
she is the sound of footsteps on the old marble floors, the echos bouncing off the stone walls. the smell of books, hands covered in ink, she will stain you with her presence, joyous and unforgettable. she is the fall breeze cascading through the trees. she is a fire, stand in awe of her warmth and hearth. shadows always linger but never worry you are protected by something ancient within her
Violet Vance. One of the schools Librarians
Grew up on the poor side, it’s why she was always at the library.
her mother would drop her off, use the heat and air conditioning but violet never minded their was always something to find in the library
has two older brothers and a twin brother, everyone is usually flabbergasted when they find out she has twin.
her mother was an angel, an absolute angel, she raised three boys and one girl all on her own. their father was around but he was a deadbeat more then anything. she died when the kids were in their teens. their father never recovered
violet has always been very pretty. the kind of pretty people think is dumb. it was always annoying to her. but learned to use that pretty to get what she wanted. you thought she was dumb well she’ll play dumb, get what she wants and surprise you last second.
valdictorian in school
is in the gifted range of IQ
violet put herself through school, getting her bachelors and her masters, refusing to let anyone doubt her
was hired immediately after graduation to work in the library at Westbrook. Her specialty lies in antique restoration. she typically takes older books and restores them, as well as paintings and artifacts. but her bachelors is in library sciences.
“ and you make all of these? “ felix asked, curious. he’d never really had the opportunity to wander around some of the shops at his leisure, instead being too busy with work or family or other activities to stop and just appreciate the smaller businesses that seemed to thrive in auradon. he was half afraid to touch any of the items in the shop, for fear that somehow he’d break them. it wasn’t the most logical in some senses - they were made of wood, it wasn’t exactly the most fragile substance - but the fear remained nonetheless. “ when the hell do you find the time? “ he added, trying his best not to sound rude but he was genuinely curious.
Hestia had only glanced up when the bell jingled to signal someone in the store. Usually Medea handled that sort of greeting thing, Hestia was in her own world. However the sound of a voice distracted her. looking up she held the tools in her hands out and nodded. “Yep. I make them all.” placing the objects on the table she stood up and leaned against the table. “It’s my job. So I mean i usually make the things and my sister takes care of the store.” She looked around at the collection of things, it really was a lot. “Kinda helps that I’m witch though, magic might play a little a part.” She shrugged.
’Everything happens for a reason’ is something that we have to tell ourselves all the time, because it’s good to have the idea that something good is around the corner.
Anna-Hazel noticed the eye roll, and the smiled that traced her lips fell, taking the paper, “Thank you,” she said sheepishly. She looked at the table that was covered in her books and she quickly started to clean them into a pile. “Sorry,” she said when she was able to get the books into two piles. “I’m uh, a bit lost in my studies,” she said, looking back up at Hestia. A small smile met her lips as she tried to regain her usual bubbliness.
“I can see that.” the blonde looked over at the girl’s pile and her eyes went wide at the chaos of it all. Hestia put her things down all the while keeping her eyes on the pile of papers. She took a sip of coffee and stared. “Can I just, maybe help you a little bit.” Hesita was a great student with color coded notes and tabs. She never just left her stuff in piles.
Willing himself to turn over a little, his eyes focus on her. Almost like he’s thinking about it before his voice speaks in a bit of soft wonder. “Can you really do that?” Virgil would be more excited at the idea of magic if he weren’t in the current agony of his situation. “I’ll pay you back if you want, I’d really appreciate any help to get me out of here so I can take care of the rest at home.” His hands come up and press together, the boy doing his best take on pretty please puppy eyes.
She took a step back as he looked at her like a puppy and she grimaced. “Please never do that again.” The blonde looked around trying to see what she could use and thought about what was in her bag and spotted a few ingredients and patted the boy’s head. “Don’t move and I’ll fix ya right up, as long as you don’t look like a sad puppy again.” getting up hestia grabbed a lone cup and began mixing things for an upset tummy and with a dash and flick the mix was done. “Smells like bubblegum. Must be this place.” Turning towards the boy she placed it in front of him. “Drink this.”
Virgil wasn’t feeling too great, which is why he found himself curled up in the arcade, hugging his bag of candy and trying to ignore the pain he was in. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint the cause, but he did know it settled in around when he was clocking out. Now he just didn’t have the energy in him to leave from the seat he was laying on. Hearing the sound of someone approaching, he gives a small groan.
“Listen, I’m not feeling real good, so if you can wait to sit down until I can stand up, that’d be great.”
She was delivering a carving to the arcade, a miniature version of one of their games. As she was leaving she noticed someone groaning and turned to see who it was. It was that boy from the ball, Hestia walked over to him and knelt down. “I can see you’re not feeling great. Remember how you asked me if could make magic at the ball. Well I can make some magic to make you feel better if you want.”
Anna-Hazel had spread out her many books on top a corner table in the local cafe, her mind completely devoured by the workload she had to get through that day. She sighed as looked underneath her books for a small piece of paper. “Damn, where did I put you,” she asked to no one in particular. She hadn’t heard the other come over until they spoke, her eyes shot up, though her hands continued to lift the next book. “Sorry,” she questioned quickly. “Do you need the table,” she asked, somewhat absentmindedly.
@magicallyhestia
“Right here.” Hestia saw the paper drop just as she grabbed her coffee. The blonde had come to the coffee place to get out of her own shop. She was going a little stir crazy and needed a small break. All she wanted was a good cup of coffee, it wasn’t asking much. “It’s right here.” She said again. Hestia rolled her eyes, more exasperated then anything. “I mean I’d like a spot but your paper is right here. You dropped it.”
“Care to share if there’s any magic in the air, tonight?” Virgil questions as he approaches and takes the spot next to Hestia. For a ball, he isn’t exactly dressed up at all, more so just there to hang out and see whose around. “You’re Hestia, right? Witch? Can you do something to make things more interesting around here?”
a brow raised as she turned to the boy, her head tilted ever so slightly. she leaned on her hip, “that’s me.” she shrugged, “witch, whittler, it’s never in the same order.” looking around the room the blonde sighed and answered, “if I could I would but I can’t. I mean I could but I can’t. and trust me i would.”
the booth held a little bit of everything from the shop. and she placed the latest piece down on the table and began to look through some of the options for her and medea to wear to the ball part of the event. “medea, what color are ye thinkin’. i like this dress for ye but i’m not sure it’s yer colour but i’m sure we could change it.” she looked up at her sister, curious. “i’m feelin’ blush pink or light blue fer ye.”
* — ( MARGOT ROBBIE / SHE/HER ) introducing HESTIA CARLISLE the TWENTY NINE year old descendant of THE WITCH FROM BRAVE(grandmother). they have ONE SISTER they are a CO-OWNER at THE CO-OWNER OF PEATHRAICHEAN WOOD WORK. they’re known to be INTELLIGENT and SNIPPY
building a stone castle around herself, ivy vines growing, a sign of life. she peaks through the cracks. tear her castle down, brick by brick, stone by stone. her walls protect her, from what she’ll never tell you. she is the fall breeze cascading through the trees. she is a fire, stand in awe of her warmth and hearth. shadows always linger but never worry you are protected by something ancient within her.
So hey not pandora but still margot robbie
meet hestia(oh yeah we keeping with those myth names)
hestia is the granddaughter of the witch from brave. she’s got a scottish accent
and yes that would make hestia a witch too, but also a wood whittler, though not always in that order.
hestia adores her younger sister medea. would do anything to protect her. do not mess with hestia when it comes to her sister. she will fight.
hestia is a closed off, snippy, slightly sarcastic and occasionally disenchanted by a lot of things. but in reality she a smol bean who just wants to find true love, keep her sister safe and be a good witch.
she is extremely smart, sometimes too much for her own good but she loves history and if she’s not at the shot she is probably reading or learning something
speaking of shops she owns a shop with her sister and makes everything in it. magic does help but it’s all her
even though she is snippy, hestia will always make room for you in her home. if you need a place to stay or eat then as her namesake she give it. but she less forgiving. hurt her once and you will have to work your way to her good graces.
has always dreamed of romance but will never tell you that.(talk to me about a wanted connection)
hestia just wants to keep her sister safe, her shop open and get a good cup of coffee. she feels like she’s not asking much.
