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[mórrígan masen]

IT'S A CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan was sat it a quiet corner of the library – well, it was a library, it was supposed to be quiet – milling over a few books, notebooks spread out on the table before her. She had her right leg lifted, her foot resting on the seat and her knee tucked against her chest and the other leg was curled under the chair. She brushed her quill back and forth along her jaw as she continued to read, scribbling the odd note down in her notebook as she went. She hadn't really gotten into classes much yet, but she was just trying to get into the swing of doing homework, research and the like again. Sure, her chosen topic at the moment was her family's genealogy, but that didn't make it any less interesting, any less hard work than any of the assignments she could be set by her professors. Taking into account adoptions, marriages, remarriages and everything else, she had a much bigger family than she thought. It was interesting stuff nevertheless, but she hadn't imagined there'd be so much of it. She certainly would never have thought that it would take so long to scribble a few names down. Once she got started, she couldn't stop herself – that was her problem. Writing more and more about each person, she got thoroughly invested in the research. It was just a shame that half of it was something she couldn't ask her mother or adoptive father about because they wouldn't know. It occurred to her that some of the extra information she might need may be in the stacks of books she had recovered from the old Frost place in Ireland and had sent to the Masen home. Maybe during the next break she would have to take a look through them all a bit better. She didn't imagine it would go well if she asked her mother to take a look for her. She pulled a slight face as she considered this, clearing her throat slightly and leaning a little further forward in her chair to continue reading.

| tagged. klaus | outfit. here | notes. it's a bit lame, sorry! |

credit to cranberr23 of caution.

[klaus salvatore]

Klaus hadn't gone to the library much before despite being here a couple of years. That wasn't to say that he didn't like books, he most likely liked them a tad more than the average person, but usually he spent most of that time holed up in his dorm reading his own books that he brought back from home. Home. The mere word made him frown slightly. He wasn't actually sure where his home was anymore. He typically spent most of his life in the Seelie mounds before he came here, so that probably would have been considered his home before he came here, though it really wasn't much of one. And the books he brought from there were generally all in Gaelic as well, and not especially fun to read. Thus why he was thinking of the library, of what kind of books they had instead of the same old ones he had a habit of reading - which sometimes didn't even make a lick of sense to him.

Indeed. So here he was, outside the library and contemplating about going in. It was probably a quiet place, devoid of many people and... well, it was a library so it would have had to be quiet anyway. Perfect for him since that was the kind of environment he preferred most of all as well. So with that last thought, he pushed open the doors and walked in, stopping just inside the door to quickly gaze around at his surroundings. There was virtually no one around at all, save one girl who seemed to be engrossed in one book and surrounded by many more, most likely school work. Klaus couldn't help but giving her a look of curiousity as he walked past, stopping once again in order to peruse over the bookshelf that was just past her. Generally the type of books here were about herbology, not really the type he was interested in. He sighed as he turned to look down the aisle to see if there was another book section he was interested in, though his eyes once again slipped back to the girl before he found anything else that grabbed his attention.

She appeared to be a Sournois student, the same as him, though he had suspected her to be Rouerie or something, since they're usually more the type to be transfixed by books. It was interesting. So much that he opened his mouth to speak. And then quickly closed it again. Wouldn't it have been weird to simply start randomly speaking to the first person he happened to spot by themselves? Of course the librarian wasn't around, but too much noise in a place like this was uncalled for unless you were a rambunctious teenager who thought it would be funny to be loud in a place like this. Still, he was quite curious as to what she was reading, and quite curious about her in general, generally because he didn't really speak to many people in the school let alone people from his own house. So with that, he cleared his throat and spoke. "H-Hey. That seems to be an interesting book." He stuttered a bit at first but tried to get past it as he continued. "I hope I'm not interrupting. I just saw that you seemed busy and was just wondering with what... I'm Klaus by the way! And you are?"

[/color] He was speaking relatively quickly due to how nervous he was, but he rather hoped that she didn't notice that minor detail. His blue with magenta speckled eyes swept over the table covered with books again before turning his gaze back to the book absorbed girl again, wondering slightly if she was going to brush him off in a bid to continue what she was doing.
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ATTIRE Here
CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES notes here WORD COUNT 632

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[mórrígan masen]

IT'S A CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan was so engrossed in her book that she didn't even really register the feel of someone's eyes on her as she continued to idly flip through the pages. Her grip around the leg that was resting against her chest tightened slightly as she leant forward to get a better look at the book. It would probably help if she could sit like a normal person would, but she just couldn't get comfortable any more when she was trying to be normal, particularly since she knew she was far from it. She twirled her quill through her fingers as she continued to read, not finding anything else worth taking notes about just yet...oh, she thought that far too soon, scribbling down a little bit more information. She continued to be oblivious to the world around her as she went on with her extra curricular reading, not realising that there was a rather good looking young man watching her, trying to find some clever opening line to interact with her. She never realised that she was difficult to talk to, but apparently she was. She lifted her head as she heard someone clearing their throat nearby, a soft smile shaping her mouth as she looked up at the young man standing before her. She laughed a little awkwardly as he made a passing comment about the book in front of her. “I guess it is if genealogy interests you,” she replied, still laughing ever so slightly, her head tilting a little as she looked up at him. She shook her head quickly as he expressed his hopes in regards to not interrupting her. “Not at all – it's more of a...hobby than anything of real significance,” she explained, scanning the table and scowling slightly when she became very aware of the mess she seemed to have made, her books and papers being scattered over almost all of the table. Her smile returned, broader this time as she lifted her gaze to his again. “I'm Mórrígan,” she introduced brightly, offering out a hand for him to shake. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Klaus,” she went on. 'You and your exceptionally pretty eyes,' she mused internally. Slowly retracting her hand after he'd had the chance to shake it, she drummed her fingers on the table top for a moment, scanning the mess of papers again. “You're more than welcome to sit with me, if you like, if you can find a space,” she offered, laughing softly and gesturing to the other side of the table, finally dropping her foot from her seat so that she was actually sat properly. “I think I should really tidy up a bit of this in any case – I think I'm getting a little more carried away with it than I thought I would,” she admitted, brushing a hand back through her hair briefly before getting to her feet. She reached across the table, picking up the papers from the other side of the table in a quick couple of handfuls and dumping them on her side of the table before plonking herself back in her seat. “So, Klaus, what brings you to the most unsocial corner of the school then?” she asked pleasantly as she set about putting her papers in order and the right way round, slipping them into her case.

| tagged. klaus | outfit. here | notes. sorry for the delay! |

credit to cranberr23 of caution.

[klaus salvatore]

Ah! It really took no time at all for the girl to notice him, and here he was half expecting for her to continue reading and ignore him. That's probably what others would have done, including himself if he was in their position. Who really cared about a dorky little Sournois who could barely string two words together on an average day? He tried not to sigh as he thought those things, good grief he was hard on himself. It was hard not to be though, life had simply taught him that, period. "Oh, well, genealogy is quite interesting," he said lightly, as well as honestly. Truthfully though, it was. However, he highly doubted he'd be able to trace any of his family back. So it was interesting for him to think about, to muse over, but ultimately pointless in the long run. He could see how others would find it easier though, after all, such books like the one this girl was reading probably held all the information she needed to know, and he kind of envied that in a way.

"Well, I wish I had a hobby as interesting as this one then,"

[/color] he stated as his eyes honed in on the book she still had in her posession, and then at the masses of books and papers that were in disarray upon the table. "Especially one you're so focused on... really did look like you were studying more than doing something like that though." He chuckled slightly, his nervousness coming to the surface again. Really, he never was too good with words, and he hoped that he wouldn't - during this conversation - say anything that she'd remotely take offense to. It was something though that he was starting to open up a bit more, especially since he decided to attend this school. It used to be at a point where he was so emotionally detached that he wouldn't say a word to anyone. For him, it would be interesting to see how this confrontation went anyway. "Ah! It's a pleasure too, Mórrígan,"[/color] he managed to say, a faint blush spreading across his pale cheeks as he realized he must have zoned out a little. It got like that a lot lately, where he'd end up lost in thought as he tried to think of what to do in certain situations.

"Unusual name you have,"[/color] he commented quietly, and yet curiously as he walked around the table to where she indicated, deciding to take her up on the offer, still surprised that she wasn't telling him to leave her alone instead. He stopped when he reached a seat on the opposite end, bent and picked up a couple sheets of paper that had drifted down and fallen onto the seat and floor. Standing up again he placed the sheets onto the pile she had in front of her, and then sat down, very tentatively at that. "It's not that... messy,"[/color] he managed, quickly glancing from the books and papers on her side, back to Mórrígan and then at the books again. "What do you intend to do with it all once you've finished anyway?"[/color] Klaus inhaled a breath and shuffled slightly on his chair, trying to get slightly more comfortable, which usually wasn't too easy for him, but he was determined to manage it somehow.

His head shot up to look at her as another question was aimed in his direction. "Oh, well..." Wait, why was he here in the first place? He couldn't remember now. It took everything he had not to sigh and facepalm himself as he tried to think of another reasonable answer to give her, than just say what he currently had on his mind and make a fool of himself. "Well, if this place is unsocial then this is the best place for me."[/color] That was apparently the best he had, it seemed. "Plus, I wanted to find a bit of light reading, I suppose. The books I brought with me when I first started... aren't too interesting and get rather boring after a while." His brow furrowed once he finished talking. "So... uh... you come here often? I mean, to do this hobby of yours? Or for other stuff?"[/color] Once again, he was stuttering a bit, but he hoped his main point of simply asking a question in return was conveyed in the end.
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ATTIRE Here
CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS young – hollywood undead NOTES finally replied, sorry for the wait >< WORD COUNT 730

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