The Library

Molly skips in with her stack of books, and dumps them on the counter. She sees an attractive Puff she doesn't recognize over by a table. She decides to be social, and walks over to him. "Hi, I'm Molly."

"Justin," he introduces with a smile. "I'm new here. Like, right off the train new."

"And you come straight to the library? You must be the life of the party," she says, cracking open the book in front of her.

"Pretty much," he says with a laugh. "Although, it was more of a result of me getting lost. The staircases started moving on me and I was kinda freaked out." he runs a hand through his hair. "How do you guys possibly go class to class with those things? Sheesh."

Molly laughs and looks up from her book. Justin was hot. She blushes, and looks back down. "You'll get used to it, trust me. Did you get caught in a trick step yet? Those are annoying as hell."

"Trick step?" he repeats. "No, I haven't. What're those?"

"When you step in them, your feet get stuck and people have to pull you out." Molly flips through another book. "You'll be fine though."

Grr. My tummy hurts and I don't even know if you're still here. *dies*

DEE COMES IN BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO SEE ALBUS.

LUNA.
POST.
HERE.
DAMMIT.

Albus walks in looking kind of sad. He looks up and sees Dee. Woah. She was alive. "Hey," he said quietly.

Dee glances up, and holds back a glare. "Oh, it's you..."

"You seem surprised... Forgive me if I'm wrong but you're the one who vanished for the past week and a half."

"It's been that long? Huh." Dee turns back to her book, giving off a angry air.

His expressions softens and he takes a step closer. "What happened?"

"Nothing that really matters. Not to you, anyway. I suppose you were busy with... other things."

"It does matter. I was worried about you. I thought you were avoiding me."

"No, I wouldn't do that. You're my friend. I had other things to attend to you. Just. Like. You." She stared at him, daring him to challenge her.

"What are you talking about?"

"How's Ange?" she asked simply, not looking up.

Shit. The dildos. "Oh. So you know about that."

Dee scowls behind her book-- all she can see is her eyes. She narrows them at him. "Yeah, looks like it," she said sarcastically.

"Dee. I'm sorry but... You just left. I thought you hated me. You ran off and never came back after we kissed."

Dee doesn't say anything. She just looks at him. Finally she says, "Well, fuck Al. I wasn't aware it meant so much to you. Especially after Angela!"

"Dee! I've liked you since we first met! I finally get the courage to kiss you and you run off and vanish! I had no idea what to do. Then that night Angela kissed me on the dance floor! I don't know why I kissed her back. I was upset I suppose. Why does it matter?"

Dee raises her eyebrows, shocked on the inside but keeping up her cold front on the outside. "Why does it matter? I don't know why it matters! I am not generally in touch with my own feelings! RIDDLES DON'T LIKE FEELINGS."

"Fine. I'll leave if you want."