Descendants of Magic

CHAPTER VII. - THE NEW GOOD OR THE NEW EVIL

I took the Ulferonn book with me since I wanted to start working on the homework as soon as possible. I adjust the one-strap from my backpack since my bag was sliding down of my right shoulder and hold the book in the hand on the same side, its' dark brown leather feeling cold under my fingers. Turning around, I walk out of the book section and go to the main open space of the library. It looked busier than usual, even though it was completely quiet. I guess that's figured since it is a library. Students from my year or olders were walking in and out of the sections, sitting down at the table and reading their books, some of them making notes. Most of them didn't pay any attention to me, besides a few of my classmates who noticed me and gave me a weird look, then quickly walked past me. Looking around, I see another woman dressed in grey, similar to that librarian from before. She is sitting inside of a circle desk. Blue flower bouquets in old-looking vases decorated that wooden circle in the middle of the library. Besides one small glass full of pens, there was not much on the table. I lifted up myself to stand on my toes to be able to look over the table from the distance and saw an open ledger on a lower part of the circle desk with an old phone next to it, and then also a computer. A lot of the kids were walking towards her station with books and she talked to them or typed into the computer. I felt a presence getting closer to me. Then the librarian from before suddenly appeared right next to me. I turn to look at her and she only smiles at me and moves her left hand in the air, pointing at the lady in the middle. She must have thought I didn't know how to borrow the book and be able to take it outside the library. I have been here more times than any other of my classmates I would say, but I never took a book with me. My assumptions about the other librarian being responsible for lending books were right so I slightly bowed to the lady as a thanks. Then she chuckles and with her both hands bent at the elbows, lining up with her upper body, she leaves. Watching her walk away, my body froze in the place and only my head turned in her direction, following her steps. There was something different about her from the other librarians but I couldn't figure out what. Still holding the book, I grab it with my other arm, hugging it by my chest, I turn my head once again to see the middle of the library. Slightly picking up my pace, I start to walk to the place where the other librarian was for checking out this book. I pass around those classmates who were in the same section before. They are now sitting at the table and going through the books they picked together. Once I was on the same level as their table, they lifted up their heads a little, slightly turning them to follow my steps and look at me, but once I turned my head to face them and our eyes met, they quickly looked down and started writing something into their notebooks. They placed their hands on the books, tracing the words and then copying the text. I don't know if they are scared or weirded out by me. It was unheard of a magician with two manifestations in this community or it was very rare but surely it's not that strange. We are talking about the world of magic. Or are they just scared because they see me as a threat with all this huge competition between the students? Never mind all that, I don't pay any attention to them, at least that's what I tried to do and then I arrive at the circle desk. I reached across the desk to hand the book to the librarian but she is busy with flying books around. Literally flying them. Using her powers to move books through the air, setting them on the shelves. I watched in awe as those books were making their way through the library and sitting down on empty shelves, at least those I could see from this spot. My hand was starting to get numb since the book was quite heavy so I pull back my arm and put it down on the desk and wait. The librarian was still looking down into the ledger and writing with one hand while waving with the other hand, making the books fly from the pile that was on the trolley parked right next to her. Clearing my throat, I try to gain her attention, but she only drops the pen on the open book in front of her, lifts her hand in front of me, showing me her index finger and signaling me to wait. She grabs the pen again and continued to write down something into the book. I tried to peak over the desk to see what she was doing but my bag started to slip again. I dropped down flat on my feet with my heels hitting the ground. I adjusted my bag again, watching her stern face while she sorts the books. Then suddenly she stops her waving hand movements, looks up and smiles at me.