Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 1

I love drawing lightning.

Fawns POV

Why is everything so dusty...

I wiped dust off yet another box, and read the label.

1920-1930

That's what the label read. I sighed, relieved. I was doing a report on the history of Louisiana, and I needed to find the early 20's.

I was also just happy because I could finally get out of this god forsaken library basement. It smells like mold and mildew, and the air feels wet.

"Gotcha..." I muttered and gently removed the lid to the box. It looked ancient, and I really didn't want to pay for any of this so I need to be careful.

Inside were yellowed newspapers, tapes, and what seemed to be records.

I put the lid back onto the box, and lugged it up the damp concrete stairs. When I reached the door, I pushed it open with my shoulder, taking a deep breath of nice fresh air.

Or...at least it was better air.

The library had grown dim from the sun beginning to set. When the librarian spotted me, she smiled warmly.

"Find everything you needed, sweetie?" She said happily as I approached the desk.

"Yes!" I breathed out, setting the box down and putting my hands on my hips. I blew air from my lips and up into my hair, moving the strand that had fallen in front of my face.

"That's just wonderful," the kind middle aged woman hummed, and scanned the barcode on the side of the box. It was the only thing on it that looked new.

"Well, you'll just need to have this back to me in a month, and you're all set!" She chirped and I smiled at her before picking up the box once again.

"Thank you!"

On my walk home, I got an eerie feeling in the back of my head. Like something was wrong.

I shook it off, chalking it up to my anxiety acting out.

I bumped open my door with my hip, then proceeded to shut it with my foot.

With a heavy sigh, I dropped the box onto my coffee table, and fell back into my hand-me-down leather couch.

Dust flew up everywhere when I dropped the box and I sputtered and waved my hands, coughing. After my little freak out, I leaned forward and peeled the top off the box once more, tenderly removing the contents.

Papers go on the left.

Cassettes on the right.

Those weird records can stay in the box.

I picked up the first paper.

November 21st, 1920

In this paper there wasn't much useful information. No jarring events. Just a bit on politics and a few crimes here and there.

There was a robbery, and the fella who did it got caught the same day. What an idiot.

Getting away with crime in 1920 would have been so easy...just...don't get seen. That's it.

I put that paper down, moving on to the next.

January 5th, 1921

This one was interesting.

A double murder.

A mother and father were stabbed to death in their country home, but no one was ever convicted.