Post by Arthur on Apr 26, 2011 16:55:55 GMT -5
His classes were finally coming to an end, thankfully, and after handing in his last bit of work two days early to a very surprised lecturer he had headed straight to the library to hand back all his books. He wanted rid of them, they had been cluttering up his room for gods knew how long and he simply wanted them out of his sight and thus out of mind. Of course once he had reached the counter the librarian had given him a suspicious glare and insisted on checking every single book for anything damage. Which was ridiculous anyway since, after Merlin had found out Arthur actually knew where the library was, and after he had got over the shock that he had actually taken books out never mind owning a library card, he had proceeded to lecture Arthur in the proper care of books. Once she had checked every book, which took a significant amount of time, she had announced that these books were all currently overdue and continued to ask him for him to pay the fines or he would be unable to graduate from this year. Grumbling he had handed over the money.
It was probably because of his grumbling that her glare had turned even more sour and thrusting the books back towards him and insisted that he put them all back himself. She hadn’t even given him one of those trolly things that they seemed to stack the books on. So with a pile of books in his arms he headed off into the stacks, which as it turned out was somewhat of a labyrinth.
“Shame I didn’t bring my golden thread,” he grumbled as he finally found the stack where most of his books had come from, “and there better not be a bloody minotaur.”
As he turned around to find the next stack he saw something that could, potentially, be worse than a minotaur. He looked at the girl and his jaw dropped, then the books dropped then he was rushing towards her and flinging his arms around her “RENE! Oh you little annoying busybody! I have missed you and your big nose sticking into everything where it doesn‘t belong! How are you? Where have you been?”
It was probably because of his grumbling that her glare had turned even more sour and thrusting the books back towards him and insisted that he put them all back himself. She hadn’t even given him one of those trolly things that they seemed to stack the books on. So with a pile of books in his arms he headed off into the stacks, which as it turned out was somewhat of a labyrinth.
“Shame I didn’t bring my golden thread,” he grumbled as he finally found the stack where most of his books had come from, “and there better not be a bloody minotaur.”
As he turned around to find the next stack he saw something that could, potentially, be worse than a minotaur. He looked at the girl and his jaw dropped, then the books dropped then he was rushing towards her and flinging his arms around her “RENE! Oh you little annoying busybody! I have missed you and your big nose sticking into everything where it doesn‘t belong! How are you? Where have you been?”
