Perhaps it was in his nature to assume the worst, but he began imagining all the things she could have done to the library: torn up the roof for more shelf space, picked a distracting wallpaper pattern or color, or worse—added some ugly painting he'd have to stare at until she found an even uglier painting to hang up. He knew a lot about February, but that knowledge didn't extend to her design or housekeeping choices.
By the time they gotten to the library, he'd decided to trust that February had studied his London home long enough to have a good grasp on what he liked. Then she asked him to close his eyes. All trust disappeared.
Closing his eyes, Edric held his breath and entered the library. There was room to walk, which was good. There were also no auguery cries, either, which helped him cross "inviting an exotic bird into their home" off his list.
"Can I open them now...?" he asked, clearly nervous.
By the time they gotten to the library, he'd decided to trust that February had studied his London home long enough to have a good grasp on what he liked. Then she asked him to close his eyes. All trust disappeared.
Closing his eyes, Edric held his breath and entered the library. There was room to walk, which was good. There were also no auguery cries, either, which helped him cross "inviting an exotic bird into their home" off his list.
"Can I open them now...?" he asked, clearly nervous.
— set by MJ! —