“Uh, hi. Sorry? I’m looking for the library?”

claustrophobicwerewolf:

iamthefirechild:

claustrophobicwerewolf:

claustrophobicwerewolf-archive:

       ”It’s not here- you need to go to the other side of the school.”

“Um- sure but I’m pretty sure google would be more helpful.” Magical uses of plants, that didn’t seem suspicious at all. It totally does.

“Because I don’t already have enough trouble with synthesis in my papers as it is. You don’t have any idea how hard it is to find sources I can actually cite online, do you?” She folded her arms and cocked her head.

He let out an annoyed sigh. “No, now do you want my help or not?”

“Yes, please.” She had to find something that would tell her what the black dust she kept finding on her windowsill was. It was so clearly deliberate — someone who knew what she was, she suspected. But what the hell was it? Purposefully, she turned big, hopeful green eyes on the curly-headed student. “Please? I’ll owe you. Anything you like.”