After the initial his highness' jumpscare in the mirror I somewhat started a ritual every time I go into the bathroom. Singing songs from both Eden and other units. Muttering his name three times as if summoning a spiritual entity.
For once since I got here I felt hope kindle inside me. That hope that just got stronger as I was allowed to go from the condominium to the local library.
The library of here would most likely be more advanced in history as well as spells. Fae, as I read on a magazine article, are not humans. A superior entity when it come to magic compared to mortals. Their long living nature provides them vast amount of knowledge.
I could barely hold the bounce in my steps as I walked to the library, my bag filled with paper and pens bouncing with me. Riddle's father seemed a bit happy of my enthusiasm which got me thinking again.
How would Riddle react over this?
Would he be furious? Would he accept that he was pulled from his mother? In my own head, furious, probably would be the answer. The one that can truly answer this question though, would be Riddle himself.
The library is how I imagine it would be; grandiose. Green and black present in the curtains. Candles hung from a chandelier lit the building. Oil lamps unlit beside the empty tables scattered. Echoing of pages being flipped was the only sound present.
The library had two parts, the first and second floor. After a bit of asking, the books were split into three categories, basic knowledge are on the first floor while second magic were more advanced. The third category were books that were about to be thrown away due to condition.
Riddle's father escorted me to the table nearest to the librarian. Something about my safety while he goes off to work.
Anyhow, I got up after he left and asked the librarian where books about magic were placed. She looked up from her novel and pointed to the aisle at the middle of the second floor and the left corner on the first floor.
I first headed to the corner in the first floor. If I was going to learn magic my as well learn everything while I can.
I picked up elemental books first before taking it over to the table. I set up the oil lamp and started to take down notes.
From what I remember, Riddle mastered the fire element. I don't know if he uses other elements or his magic is only limit to that.
I stacked the finished books to my left while I opened a new ones on my right. Once I got through everything it was time for lunch. I packed my things and left to seat at a nearby park.
I opened my bag at took out a small bento box Riddle's father made earlier before going to the library. I just ate silently, admiring crows and ravens flock around.
Black swans adorn the clear pond across the bench I sat in. Colorful fish contrasting the dark colors of the city.
It was an amazing sight.
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Day 7
The library is big. The books have a lot of variation and are certainly knowledgeable. Although so far I barely have progressed. I know there will be something of use here.
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The next day was quite strange though. Same as yesterday, we departed to go to the library, Riddle's father left me with a bento box and let me sit on the table nearest to the librarian.
A chill went down my spine as I felt followed. The presence felt inhumane — which would make sense as I'm in the territory inhabited by 'Fae'. My instincts told me to run.
The intense feeling followed as I tried to go through a different set of books. This time more on potions related to magic.
I paused when I heard something rustle near me. I darted my eyes around before spotting a tuff of black hair. I held the books tightly before silently padding over to the edge of the aisle.
I spun around and spotted— nothing. "Who's there." I hissed while my eyes looked around. "To think I'll be detected by a mortal such as one's self; I praise you for such ability." A deeper yet definitely young voice sounded behind me.
I turned around a bit too fast earning slight whiplash from the speed.
In front of me is a boy adorn with horns and black hair and emerald eyes. I stared in shock as I processed everything; isn't this guy a housewarden?
"May I ask how you are able to detect me?" He placed a thoughtful finger under his chin and examined me. I steeled myself before answering the question simply; "Instinct."
He seemed more intrigued— is he not aware that humans have strong survival instinct? If I were to tell him that his mare presence sets off my survival instincts to sky rocket, how would he react?
"Interesting, I have trailed humans before yet they haven't even been close to detect me." He leaned in close but I inched away. My eyes trained on the young prince while keeping an open mind of my surroundings.
"Hm, if you don't mind my company, I'd like to know you more."
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