Elsie's life was blissfully boring. The library kept her busy, though it didn't occupy all of her time, she let it eat up as much as she possibly could. After falling ill last month because of the stress following the quidditch party, she'd forced herself to get it together, to put on a happy face and just deal with it. For all outward appearances she had absolutely nothing to be upset about. Internally she was a wreck, but she couldn't tell anybody why or how. The only person she could have talked about it to was no longer an option, or so she assumed, considering their lengthy stretch of silence.
They were good at that though, ignoring the fact that they should probably talk about something. Elsie just wasn't sure if this was intentional, if Lucinda had said something or maybe she should just let it go. Nothing made much sense and she hated that almost as much as she hated not knowing what to do. No amount of research or reading could help her figure out the answer to this puzzle.
So she just had to push through, wait to see if Tyb would make the first move or if she would inevitably have to write to him. For all she thought her bravery was just underlying, she was terrified of finding out this had an outcome she couldn't handle. Those thoughts didn't creep into her subconscious as much as they had in the previous month, but Els still found herself thinking about it randomly every now and then. It happened often enough that she'd just thought she'd seen him at a library table with a book. That had been a rare enough occurrence in school even with her copious amounts of prompting to study, on his own it was near impossible.
Unable to help it, she cast a second glace in that direction and found that she hadn't been hallucinating. With the wind knocked from her, she could only watch him approach in mild shock. By the time she recovered enough to notice his expression, she motioned for him to follow her to a quieter set of stacks. Once there, she fixed him with a helpless, questioning look, torn between holding back tears and flinging herself at him, neither of which would do either of them any favors.
They were good at that though, ignoring the fact that they should probably talk about something. Elsie just wasn't sure if this was intentional, if Lucinda had said something or maybe she should just let it go. Nothing made much sense and she hated that almost as much as she hated not knowing what to do. No amount of research or reading could help her figure out the answer to this puzzle.
So she just had to push through, wait to see if Tyb would make the first move or if she would inevitably have to write to him. For all she thought her bravery was just underlying, she was terrified of finding out this had an outcome she couldn't handle. Those thoughts didn't creep into her subconscious as much as they had in the previous month, but Els still found herself thinking about it randomly every now and then. It happened often enough that she'd just thought she'd seen him at a library table with a book. That had been a rare enough occurrence in school even with her copious amounts of prompting to study, on his own it was near impossible.
Unable to help it, she cast a second glace in that direction and found that she hadn't been hallucinating. With the wind knocked from her, she could only watch him approach in mild shock. By the time she recovered enough to notice his expression, she motioned for him to follow her to a quieter set of stacks. Once there, she fixed him with a helpless, questioning look, torn between holding back tears and flinging herself at him, neither of which would do either of them any favors.
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MJ always makes her so pretty