5 March, 1892 — Crowdy Library
Ford didn't go to the library often; when he wanted to read he tended to revisit the same dozen books in his home collection. All of them were dog-eared and worn by this point, since he hadn't bought new books for himself since before his father died, but that was part of their charm; there was a comfort to rereading the same lines of verse multiple times. He mostly came to Crowdy when he was on the prowl for new things to read to Barnaby Wye, but today he was on a different errand. It had taken him a while to find the right section, given that he didn't really want to ask a librarian for directions, but after some time he'd found two books he thought would meet his needs. He had only taken a step or two away from the transfiguration theory section when he saw a familiar face: Tycho.
"Oh, hey," he said hurriedly, feeling a little caught. He shifted the books he was carrying so that their spines were pressed against the crook of his arm and the cover of the top book was up against his chest, at least partially obscuring the titles. "I, uhm — I didn't know you came here."
"Oh, hey," he said hurriedly, feeling a little caught. He shifted the books he was carrying so that their spines were pressed against the crook of his arm and the cover of the top book was up against his chest, at least partially obscuring the titles. "I, uhm — I didn't know you came here."

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