a light read {open}

[holly]

Holly had finished studying for her classes in the library and was putting back the books she borrowed. As she was shelfing her history books, a golden binding caught her eye. She pulled it from the shelf, intrigued. In looping swirls on the cover was the title, Amare.

"To Love." Holly translated the Latin aloud. She had been through this section earlier that day and didn't remember seeing this book before. In her quieter moments, Holly learned several years ago that she had a facination with the classical language of Latin. Well, all different languages really. It was facinating to see how all these different cultures expressed themselves. Tucking Amare beneath her arms, Holly replaced each of her study books then found a soft chair to curl up in. She pulled out Amare and began reading the Latin softly beneath her breath. She loved the rhythm the ancient language possessed. Holly was so entranced in Amare that she hardly noticed anything else happening around her. She was entirely submerged into the book. It was a wonderful story - though difficult to translate sight-reading. It contained many third declension adjectives and reflexive pronouns, which often are translated modifying the wrong thing - if you didn't give the puzzle of a sentence time and think it through. The plot so far was beautiful. A typical 'young maiden and her forbidden lover running off into the woods at night for it was their only way to be together' tale. The young lady's disapproving uncle had just found out of the affair when a much more modern language disassembled the scene.

[NIXON RYAN GAPINSKI]

Nixon was generally that awkward kid. He had never really been that good at talking to people so seeing as he was the social outcast that he was he spent a lot of time studying. He didn’t really like studying much or doing school work but if he studied a lot he seemed like he was busy and that he maybe even had a life. In the end though Nixon couldn’t help but feel like a social recluse. This was his daily routine now though so he generally tried not to complain to himself, since he was mostly the only person he ever talked to.

Today, as usual, he went to the library to spend time there and to study. He wasn’t really fond of the idea but he was really bored and he really had nothing better to do. Upon entering the library he headed for the Latin section. He wasn’t really fond of the language but he had Latin homework he needed to finish. Once there he grabbed some English to Latin dictionaries and started heading for the chairs. The funny thing about Nixon though is he’s rather clumsy. It’s like the kid has two left feet. So as he was looking for a seat he ran right into a chair in which happened to be sitting a pretty little angel.

Nixon was of course embarrassed and promptly apologized. ”I’m sorry,” he said blushing.

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[holly]

Holly felt a jolt as her chair was pushed sideways. She quickly directed some bored winds playing about the AC vents to come and help push the chair back to its original position. Holly didn't want the polish on the wooden floors to receive any more damage than what had already been inflicted. Holly was certain only she and the librarians would notice the scratch, but it was the principle of the thing. Holly pulled the light jacket that hid her wings closer as the winds that helped her went back to circulating fresh air throughout the library. She looked up at the tackler, folding the binding of her book and marking her place with a bookmark that she had been cradling in a palm. He was not the biggest or most athletic boy Holly had ever seen, but he had a nice face and something told her he was genuinely sorry. She smiled and tilted her head slightly. "It's not a problem. I am sure it was just an accident." she said in a honey-sweet voice, reassuring this boy that she was not upset with him.

She noticed that he was blushing, and stood, setting her book aside on a table in her viewpoint. "Are you alright?" she asked, "You seem to be a little frazzled." Only after she said it did Holly think that nobody said 'frazzled' anymore. She hoped he would not notice her old-fashioned slip up.