part i: nine

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ACT ONE

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ACT ONE. NEPTUNE.
CHAPTER 9: WANDERER.

CLAIRE WAS DIRECTING STEPHEN TO THE LIBRARY, she found it funny that he followed her everywhere because he didn't know the interiors of the Kamar-Taj, for her it was as easy as looking at the palm of her hand. Despite the fact that for neither of them the company became more pleasant, they could not deny that they were curious to know about each other. The brunette was good at restraining herself, and the dark-haired man had a pride the size of the planet, neither was going to start a formal conversation, even though the word "forbidden" tempted them to do otherwise. Without realizing it, they were already in front of the library gate.

"We've arrived, please be respectful to the librarian, these have been difficult days", she politely asked with rectitude. Before he could ask anything else, Claire walked in, waving comradely at the librarian. "Hello, what's up for today? Are there any new books?", she asked, the library was practically her second room after her own, a special place she could get lost in and find peace visiting places she would never.

"I'm afraid not, but everything's fine, Bearer." The librarian smiled at her with a slight nod, to which Claire nodded back.

"Hi." Strange greeted calmly trying to recreate the same atmosphere, the comparison between the greeting for both apprentices gave much to be desired.

"Mr, Strange." He greeted, as Claire had spoken moments ago, properly. Wong and Claire surreptitiously exchanged glances.

"Pay attention." Claire telepathically asked Wong, they both liked to bully newcomers from time to time.

"Stephen, please. And you are?" Claire watched this interaction surreptitiously checking books on a shelf that, of course, she had already read. Was Stephen his name? He hadn't introduced himself to her like that.

Until that moment she realized that neither of them addressed the other by name, she would plan how to change that.

"Wong".

"Wong. Just Wong?" His comment surprised both sorcerers, they wondered what he was referring to, he began to say names of celebrities and famous people who were known only by their first name, Strange's joking spirit became smaller and smaller as he noticed that he had a difficult audience, he wondered if it was possible that sorcerers had no sense of humor.

"Mr. Health" She caught his attention. "Do I read the joke from your mind or what?", Claire asked sarcastically making the former neurosurgeon give her a dirty look, she saw Wong laugh, who quickly regained his composure and returned to a serious position.

While Wong questioned Strange if he really read every book that master Sheridan put in front of him to deflect the tension, Claire moved forward into the Ancient One's private collection which, for obvious reasons, she had access to. 

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