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Shelly was sitting at a table in the library, reading. She came in just as lunch has started, having eaten the sandwich she’d brought from home on her way up. She could have stayed in the club room, but, feeling a bit overwhelmed that day, she needed the peace and quiet that the library guaranteed. It was highly unlikely that anyone but Vilos would be in there. And, indeed, there wasn’t, so she could relax for a while.
It was getting about halfway through lunch, and the Witch was so immersed with her book that she didn’t notice anyone else come in. In fact, it wasn’t until someone pulled back a chair next to the one she’s been sitting in that she even moved. The scrape of it against the floor pulled her back to reality and Shelly looked up, her eyes drawn to the person standing there on reflex. She blushed a little seeing William. He seemed a bit sheepish for apparently disturbing her.
“H…Hello. Is it…is it okay if I sit here? I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
She smiled at him.
“That…That’s okay. To both.”
He relaxed a little.
“I’m glad,” he said quietly.
She gave him another smile and returned to her book.
It probably was just an accident. Perhaps the chair William decided to sit in was a little bit too close to her’s and he hadn’t noticed. Perhaps it was just a bit of an unguarded moment, but when he sat down and opened his book, the hand he was holding it in brushed slightly against the one she was holding down the pages of her own tome with. Neither of them seemed to notice or moved away, they simply sat next to each other, reading their books, their hands touching only very slightly.
At his desk, Vilos looked up from his work, frowning a little in confusion. How odd, he could swear he just caught a whiff of a scent he was certain was pine.