She hated being called a 'kid'.

May 21, 2006 23:12

Week Name/Date/Time: "Books of Mystery"/Monday, Oct 17/2:50 PM
Location: At the entrance to the library
Open To: Soren
Currently Involving: Jaci Mannix and Soren Sigurd


Jaci paced in silence before her favorite stone bench just outside of the entrance to the librar. She'd headed directly to the library once she'd finished her second studies period, only pausing long enough to ask Mairy to bring her robes back to their dorm, (since she was done with classes for the day and disliked them anyway) and then again when she slipped briefly into one of the girls' rooms to peek into a mirror. It had only been about two minutes, but since she hadn't so much as caught a glipse of Soren outside of the Great Hall in well over two weeks, she was beginning to worry that he wasn't going to show.

Her pace paused for a moment, and she glanced over her shoulder, back down the corridor behind her. With a frown, she shook her head and continued on. "Must've been the wind against the windows," she said quietly to herself, reaching up for the fifth time to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. She'd decided to wear her hair down, something she never did on school days. It had been neatly brushed, parted just slightly left from center, and a single clasp that she'd borrowed from Juhi, one that perfectly matched her hair so as to go unnoticed, had been placed a few finger-widths away from the part in order to keep her hair from falling into her face. It was a nervous habit, pushing her hair from her face, one of the main reasons she always wore it in a band or plaits for school days. Today was different, however, and she was willing to put up with the annoyance for just a little longer.

Jaci's hair wasn't the only thing that was carefully planned, and continuously checked, though. She'd traded her usual buckle-clasped 'shiny girl shoes', as she thought of them, for a smart pair of loafers, each with a shiny coin tucked into the top of it. It was odd for her, not hearing the 'click clack, click clack' her other shoes always created against the cold stone of the castle. Her knee socks had been exchanged for the tights she only typically wore on cold days, and she'd even opted for a long sleeved sweater over her crisp white shirt and house tie. All in all, she looked her best, exactly as she'd hoped. She'd somehow even managed to not get a single blotch of ink on her face or fingers, though the fact that she'd only used ink pens all morning were probably the reason for that.

She checked her watch. 2:50. He wasn't late, they hadn't set an exact time, just agreed to meet after her studies period. Still, she hoped he'd come soon. Her hand dropped again to meet the books her other hand held before her, and she let her fingers curled comfortably around the spine of her potions text. No bag for her today. It didn't seem grown up, after all.

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