that's where you'll find me [Mihai]

[RAIVIS GALANTE]

The library at Asher Academy was impressive, to say the least, with the widest variety of books Raivis had ever seen. There were books that could help with subjects from school like mathematics or grammar, classical novels that everyone knew because they were require to read them throughout high school, adventure stories and horror stories and... everything but love stories, little romantic mini-novels that could be available anywhere else. The young blond had been looking for something to take his mind off of homesickness. He missed being back in Latvia, being around his family, waking up to clear cooler weather, having a cozy house in a spacious neighborhood instead of being trapped in a dorm room with hallways full of more doors leading to other just-as-small rooms. Classes managed to keep him busy most days; but on weekends, he needed something to take him away, and had read through every other book he had brought with him twice already. 

 Skimming over the shelves as he walked by, keeping a careful eye out for anything of interest, Raivis would have been easy to miss in the seemingly empty library. He was quietly minding his own business, head held low and shoulders pulled up nervously. Even though he had the ability to vanish from sight completely, Raivis hardly found it necessary out of class. Nobody had really bothered him here, not often anyway. He minded his own business, he carried on through the day, he had talked to few people and few people had talked to him.

 Violet eyes brightened as he noticed a small section of Collections of Poems, thick hardcover books with older-looking pages, full of poems of all kinds. That was perfect!! A faint smile formed on the Latvian's face as he grabbed one of them, a book made up of the works of an American named Frost. With no place else he needed to be that day, Raivis made his way over to one of the tables and set the book down; and in no time, he was fully immersed in the world of fire and ice and fantasy. Finding something from the library to distract him had proved successful. He would not have noticed if anyone else bothered to come in that day, or if hours passed before he looked up.

[[OOC: I'm sorry, I'm bad at starting thread <<; MIHAI ELIADE]]

[MIHAI ELIADE]

The library was always a nice place to chill. It was a fairly big area, with study tables occupying some of the free space, couches and bean-bag chairs taking over the rest of the red-carpeted floor. And books, of course. Shelves and shelves of them, lending to the pleasant smell of the room which lingered somewhere between wood and ink. Mihai probably never struck anyone as a literary creature—more of the type who spent his time skateboarding or playing video games, with a careless disregard for the finer points of human intellect. But that was quite far from the truth—ultimately, he was a fantasy creature, and he indulged in fairy tales and prettily strung-up words with a quiet delight.

Thus, he was in the library often during his free time—though he was not, by far, one of its most regular patrons—with the exception of the days approaching final exams (that was when everyone decided to congregate there, and the peaceful space lost much of its charm). That afternoon in particular was a good one to go there; once he'd returned his books (late, of course) and ducked into the room, he'd found the space fairly abandoned. Having nothing better to do, and finding the atmosphere quite nice, he'd shrugged and decided to spend a good hour or so exploring the shelves, then settling down on one of those comfortable bean sacks to skim through the pile he'd picked out.

It was a shamed he'd come in so close to closing time; he was just in a pleasant place, about ready to doze off in the embrace of his soft seat, when he heard the shuffle of people getting up as the librarian began to usher them out. Reluctantly, he blinked back to wakefulness and grabbed the small stack of books he'd left sitting beside him; he could check them out and resume his nap in his own room later. He was walking through the study area, towards the librarian's desk, when he noticed there still seemed to be a straggler left. He paused in a brief moment of consideration before taking a few steps towards the young boy. "Hey, I don't know if you heard, but they're closing now," he said. The boy held what seemed to be a poetry book in his hand—Frost, right. That one that all the Americans loved. Perhaps he was biased, but he was somewhat more partial to the work of his own namesake. "Are you planning on taking that with you?"


{{RAIVIS GALANTE. No worries~ sorry this took so long!