Study Hall seemed to happen far too often. Well, in Monet’s opinion anyway. After a few sessions, she was still yet to see what the real point of it was. It wasn’t like anybody did any actual work. The Reference center wasn’t so bad, in fact Monet rather liked the calm and quiet that filled it, but she liked to be told what to do, rather than deciding for herself.

Wearing black skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black t-shirt with Freddie Mercury and the words “Is This The Real Life?” on it, Monet walked into the room and sat down at a table. Her big, serious, grey eyes watched as the librarian began to talk. Madame Toladaeri seemed to be in an alright mood today. “New books = happy.” Monet made a mental note. In truth, the librarian was one of the people at RMI that fascinated her.

Once they were free to do what they wanted, Monet glanced around. She didn’t really feel like reading one of the new books; she never really felt like doing much it seemed. The games were out of the question, as competition and Monet didn’t mix well. She got over and spent a while wandering aimlessly between the shelves, before a book caught her attention: Wandlore: A History.

It was a big, old looking book with a leather cover. Monet suspected it wasn’t checked out much. However, it was her goal in life to one day study Wandlore and maybe become a wand maker. It was this dream that got her out of bed in the morning, even when she felt awful. It was the promise of a better tomorrow that stopped her from sneaking to the broom shed and flying away. She went back to a table and placed the book down with a thud.

Her thud was followed by a sneeze. Monet turned her head to see Aoife sitting next to her. Aoife was one of the people that Monet liked to think of as a “friend”, so she was glad she had chosen to sit there. As she read, her hand strayed to her pocket where her cards were. Barely thinking, not taking her eyes off the book, she began to build a house. The structure didn’t even shiver when she added another layer. Monet had always had a gift with cards. She finished another sentence and another pair when Aoife sneezed again and the tower fell down.

“Excuse me, but you don’t happen to have a tissue I could use do you?” Aoife asked.
Monet shook her head.
“Sorry, no. You could ask the librarian?”
She gathered up the fallen cards and glanced over at what Aoife was reading.
“Troll wars?” she said. “Is it interesting?”