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𝕎𝔼𝔻ℕ𝔼𝕊𝔻𝔸𝕐 stood in the dimly lit library, the silence only broken by the soft shuffling of Thing as he crawled across the shelves, tapping on the spines of books. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and ink, a comforting atmosphere for someone like Wednesday who found solace in the written word. His eyes scanned the rows of purple books, searching for the one that had haunted his thoughts since Rowan's cryptic warnings.
"I keep seeing that same purple book," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as his fingers trailed over the covers.
Thing, ever the eager assistant, tapped on a light purple book on the top shelf, eager to help.
Wednesday glanced at it but shook his head. "The cover was darker. Like a day-old contusion. Keep looking," he ordered, his gaze narrowing as he focused on a page in his hand that bore a symbol identical to the one he'd seen on the mysterious book's cover. His mind raced, piecing together fragments of the puzzle that Rowan had left behind.
The sudden sound of footsteps descending the stairs drew Wednesday's attention. He looked up, his expression as impassive as ever, to see Ms. Thornhill approaching him with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"I don't usually find students in here looking for actual books," she remarked, her tone light as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She continued walking toward him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Most sneak in to make out. Is Lilith not with you at the moment?" The question hung in the air, laced with playful curiosity.
Wednesday remained unfazed, his expression unchanging as he met her gaze. Ignoring the implication behind her words, he replied flatly, "I accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging. I can't unsee it." His tone was deadpan, but the subtle disgust in his voice was clear.
"Is there something I can help you find?" Ms. Thornhill asked, her tone warm as she looked at Wednesday with curiosity.
Wednesday didn't hesitate. He lifted the paper he held, revealing a drawing of a flower intertwined with a skull. The intricate symbol seemed almost alive on the page. "Have you seen this before?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "It's a watermark from a book that I'm looking for."
Ms. Thornhill's expression shifted, her eyebrows furrowing as she studied the symbol. A moment of recognition passed over her face before she responded, "I think it's the symbol of an old student society... The Nightshades."
