What Our Fathers Gave Us {Lucah}

[Naomi Green]

French poetry. Naomi wasn't entirely certain why she was drawn to it at the time. It loosely fulfilled an English assignment that she was working on, in that it was actually words written down on a page. In reality, she supposed that she was simply looking forward to reading something in another language. It was another of those little things from home that just got to her, that hooked her closely.

She flipped through the pages, staring at the words. Poetry always seemed rather frivolous to her, in truth. Too many empty words that people shoved meaning into. Oh yes, every little syllable had its own special meaning, its own power. She supposed there was something to that. Though so many words without backing; it seemed so very empty at the end of it all, regardless of the implied power.

Rising, Naomi picked up the book, heading to the shelves. Strange that she'd even managed to find this here. Then again, this library was remarkably inclusive, for belonging to a strange school in Vermont. Perhaps it had something to do with it being the only institution of its stripe in most of this hemisphere. Again, Naomi found she could care less.

She slid the book back in, frowning at it slightly. Her eyes went down the rows, till she noticed something. An office, sitting there at the end. A librarian lay there. Information lay there. While it wasn't the main offices that Rhys had told her about, it was certainly sure to contain something worthwhile.

Naomi hurried over to the door, reaching toward it. She stopped. Not because she had doubts, but because she could swear that someone was watching her. She looked around, at last seeing a pair of eyes on her. Damn, she hadn't been nearly circumspect enough. What to do now? Naomi temporarily froze, staring at the other person across the room, wondering if she should be approaching or he should be coming to her.

Then she turned back to the door, realizing that she didn't particularly care one way or another, assuming, of course, he didn't interrupt her...

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Lucah was the library freak. Okay so freak was an exaggeration, but still, he was in the library a lot. Mostly for different books about writing techniques or music. Whether it be a perfectly sunny day or a dark, gloomy day, he was at the library for at least an hour. Three hours at most. This was where he had met his girlfriend Belle. There were happy memories here. Only one, but it was enough to make him actually like this part of the school. Everywhere else was mediocre compared to Kocher. It was true, Europe is more fashionable and have much better taste in decor.

Lucah had just been sitting at a table near the front desk. He had his laptop on and was searching different poets to see Romanian or otherwise if he had missed one on his list of To-Read poems. He kept scrolling up and down just to make sure he didn't miss one. (OCD much?). He glanced up from the laptop in front of him and caught a glimpse of a girl of what seemed to be his age.

She was pretty, that much was obvious. Any sixteen year old guy could have told you that, but something else seemed to draw his attention to her. He shook his head slightly and tried focusing back on the monitor, but he couldn't focus. (Belle who? Bad Lucah!) He wasn't thinking of approaching the girl, something told him if he did, something bad would happen. He was with Belle, but that didn't mean he couldn't have friends that were girls. She isn't the jealous type right? God he hoped not. Lucah squeezed the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. Focus dammit!

He shut his laptop and started packing it up. Luc didn't know what he planned on doing, but he had to do something. Either get up and approach the girl or leave. He wanted to leave, but he found himself walking towards the girl without really being aware of it. Lucah stopped and put on a charming smile (though he still couldn't figure out why he was trying so hard!) and bowed slightly, "Hello Miss, are you looking for something in particular? Maybe I can help you." He said in his deep, smooth, silky voice.

[Naomi Green]

"Nothing you can likely help with, I'm afraid," said Naomi, at first not looking up. When she did, she was more than pleasantly surprised. Mostly because she realized that she didn't know the person who'd approached her, which, given that she hadn't been there long, wasn't saying much. But also because she was realizing that this person had just spoken in a voice that had an accent, one that didn't sound American, and that alone was enough to buy him some clemency for coming up to her in such a way.

She stared at him for several more seconds, clearly eying him and weighing him, before turning back to the task at hand. He didn't look likely to report her any time soon, and Naomi really didn't see a reason to continue a conversation at the moment. So, instead, she started using her magnet powers on the door, jerking around what lay inside in an attempt to gain access to the room behind.

Which was unfortunately making a lot of noise and getting no where fast. Naomi paused, muttering curses under her breath and staring at the knob. This was why she wanted more training, so situations like this wouldn't happen. She found her eyes going to the side, toward the young man standing there. Perhaps... no, that was too dangerous by half. She'd have to make up something at this rate...

{sorry if it's all @.@; because I'm all @.@, which means i probably shouldn't have been posting >< }

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Lucah nodded slightly. He could handle that. When she looked up, he noticed she seemed surprised. Maybe it was from his boldness, then he realized, duh it was the Romanian accent. As much as he tried hiding it sometimes, it usually came through in some way or another. He was happy she didn't seem to be disgusted with his accent, some had been when he first moved to the US.

Once she turned from him he was really close to just walking away right then, but again something just drew him to her. She seemed like she really didn't want to talk to him though. Well, he wasn't one to just give up. It wasn't harming anything. He looked down at the door that was jerking around. She wasn't touching it, so she was other telekinetic or a magnetokinetic. He shrugged and turned to walk away.

As he turned he caught her head turning towards him. He didn't turn back though. Why should he? She had clearly dismissed him. Lucah took a step and waited for the call back.

If it would happen...

[Naomi Green]

Still there. Not far away now. Naomi paused. It would probably help to have someone else around to look through whatever lay on the other side of the door. Sure, Naomi had more or less gotten in by herself, and could most likely sort through everything there. And if she had several hours uninterrupted, she could likely uncover everything she could possibly want to uncover as well.

"Excuse me," she said. Die was thrown. Time to introduce Hermione again. "I'm Hermione Brown, I work here," please let lightning strike twice, "and I needed to get some files from in here. It's dreadfully urgent I'm afraid. Do you think you could help me out?"

She tugged at the door, which, thankfully, actually opened for her. If two people went in, not sneaked in, but actually walked in, then it was quite likely that they wouldn't be approached or berated for doing so. Cover was what Naomi needed.

Perhaps the accent had caught her attention as well, intrigued her. You simply didn't hear enough of those here, and it almost made her pang for home.

Almost.