#v; librarian

[ladiesandwitches]

@ordinaryheroines 

She was getting more and more used to this place, most especially because she spent almost the entirety of her time in the library. And it seemed that the members of this school, this...this coven were getting used to her as well. At least, well, they hadn’t questioned her presence-- perhaps they didn’t care or perhaps Zelda Spellman was so very intimidating that no one wished to question why she was...why she was keeping a mortal at her ‘academy’. 

The books were reassuring and were so incredibly interesting, uttering intoxicating in some regards, with some texts so ancient and obscure they had been thought to have been lost to the ages. But here they were; books that archaeologists and historians would pine for. And so much lore and legend written as true, solid fact.....Mary found she could quite easily lose hours in one of the library’s many texts. But she found the longer she  stayed in the library, the more weeks passed, the more she’d started to, well, act as unofficial librarian. 

Hearing footsteps now she peered around one of the shelves and spotted a woman. One of the, ah, ‘witches’. She swallowed. “Yes? Can I...uh, can I help you? At all?”

[ladiesandwitches]

@stellamane​

It had only been a couple of short weeks since she’d been taken from the Pilgrims of the Night Church alongside Father Blackwood, but in the time since Zelda Spellman had given some actual explanations as well as full access to the library, Mary had to admit she’d begun to feel, for the first time in a very long while, a little like her old self. Yes, she wasn’t currently allowed to leave the Academy, but having her room amongst the books and being allowed to wander and ask questions and generally learning that she wasn’t about to be, well, eaten alive was very reassuring. 

She avoided the room she was told Lilith was in. She wasn’t quite ready for that encounter, she wasn’t sure she ever would be, though the sound of baby cries did, on occasion, make her curious, she supposed? She was only braving the halls of the Academy currently and walking so very close to the woman’s (and her child’s) room because she had found something referencing the very things which Father Blackwood had told her about and which this, erm, this..this coven were dealing with. Perhaps...perhaps it could help. 

Thinking this, she walked directly into the man coming from the opposite direction. “Oh!” She exclaimed in mildly panicked surprised, “I’m--I didn’t...I didn’t see you there, I...” She straightened her glasses and looked at the man. He was impossibly tall and almost angelic in his features but something...something about him.....She squinted at him, wondering what it was he reminded her of. 

And then it hit her; Hell. The hellscapes from her nightmares-- memories, she realised now-- he was just covered in the same...the same sensation. Mary felt her panic beginning to return. “I’m...I n-need to...I have to....” I have to go, she wanted to say, but only found herself silently taking a few steps backward. “You’re from There”