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Who: Hermione Granger, OPEN
What: Hermione goes book-hunting, and runs into ~fellow citizens of Baedal~.
Where: The Library of the Blessed St Brian.
When: A few days after her arrival, before this.
Notes: If you want your character to interact with Hermione but doubt they'd be in the library, feel free to have them somewhere else and she can stumble across them; she's likely going to do some exploring elsewhere.
Warnings: none.

Libraries are sanctuaries, and that, right now, is just what Hermione wants, along with as many cold hard facts as she can find. Rumours are hardly trustworthy, anecdotes are just rumours in seed form, and the only thing the propaganda has done is made her wary and worried. She doesn’t trust herself to go into any bookshops just yet, not on limited funds, and she’s always preferred libraries anyway- from the architecture and the smell, to the fact that these are books passed from person to person, books with history, to the (admittedly mundane and worldly, but still relevant) lack of cost involved in frequenting them.

This, therefore, would be why she’s prowling through the shelves with her eyes wide, seeking out facts and figures and records. There’s an expression of intense, slightly hungry concentration on her face.

There are also three books floating beside her, which she feels a little nervous about. They’re too heavy to carry, and from what she’s seen magic isn’t taboo in Baedal- but she’s so used to keeping it hidden when not in explicitly wizarding society that it feels as if she’s doing something illicit. She keeps glancing at them, and then around, the furrow between her brows getting progressively deeper every minute.

Threaded | Flat

Ilde best likes the library in late evening, when it's quieter and dimmer even with the lights; there are fewer people around and the ones who are there tend to be a little bit quieter. The echoing sound of her heels on the hard floors leave her with the temporary impression of isolation, and in a space like this it's almost preferable.

Not so much that she minds anyone else (well, some), though, and any meandering speculation on her part about how nice it is not to have anyone bothering her (while she digs up what can be found on record about the university's own history and hiring practises) drifts away in the face of something more immediately diverting: those books are floating. The casual and public use of magic of most kinds is something she can be said to be generally in favour of, and the fact she recognizes the method being used is interesting again.

"There are a lot of you here," she observes, off that, because jumping into conversations in the middle of a tangent that only happened in her head is just something the rest of the world is obliged to get used to.

The library is peaceful today, with it being the weekend and most students either studying in huddles over by the desks or letting loose somewhere else after they've finished their papers and exams. It's the kind of days Kate loves because when she puts books back in their proper places, it means they stay there... at least for a few days.

Pushing the book cart down one aisle and making a right to another, Kate comes face to face with floating books and the girl controlling them. Never a newbie to magic, Kate only shrugs and chuckles at the sight. "Easier than carrying them in your hand, I guess."

Despite her high heels, Hasi is fairly discreet while making her way around the library--the click of her pumps is softer than it should be, and thus there's less warning when she sidles into the shelf section near Hermione. She minds the younger woman's expression, and the occasional glance back at the (levitating, that's interesting) books.

She draws her own conclusions--if she's wrong, she's wrong.

"I wouldn't worry about it," she says, with a tilt of her head and a small, reassuring smile. "The books, that is. In the worst case scenario, the library staff tries to put you to work with that technique."