Honorificabilitudinitatibus [Oliver]

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence... hadn't gone this deep into the library for a while... not by a long shot. And that shocked him more than just a little bit. One of the light bulbs was busted, and there was dust, and it was... empty. Well, of course, there were books, so by his standards, it was far from empty. By social standards, however, it was empty. He wasn't even sure if anyone was still in the main section, but he couldn't hear any voices...

"ACHOO!" he sneezed, thanks to the lingering filth. He needed to clean here, it was... uck. All the same, he traced down the shelves and checked the order of the untouched books, occasionally removing one or two that he didn't recognize so he knew what they were and where they were for the future. So he wouldn't have to walk this far and have to see all the... dust. His nose was hating him right now.

The librarian was tempted to go get some cleaning supplies, sort out the muck and then just... just hide back there for a bit. But it was still school-time, and there were students around - possibly. He couldn't just... be absent. He began walking back to where everyone would be, if anyone was still there. For all he knew, they had all gone back to wherever. And that was fine with him. But it would be nice to see a friendly face...

[Oliver Barnes]

To nobody's surprise, Oliver was making his way down to the school's library, his notebook perched on top of his biology textbook. It wasn't unusual to see the introverted boy in the library most afternoons. He enjoyed the (general) peace and quiet that came, with most kids avoiding the library until finals time.

Entering the library, Oliver frowned, not seeing Terrence seated behind his desk. Odd. Whenever he came down to the library, he was always there, to recommend a new book to Oliver or help him find useful resources for projects. He hovered by the desk, awkwardly waiting for him to return... if he did.

After a couple minutes of waiting, Terrence was making his way back into the main area. Of course, he probably had other things to do. Oliver's worry faded, and a smile appeared on his face. "Good afternoon." he greeted once the older man came closer. "Was wondering where you were." He added, chuckling.

[Terrence Mathews]

To his knowledge, there was no-one currently studying at Hammel who had been like he had, constantly hiding in the library like it was their home. There were people who came regularly, and people who occasionally stayed for long amounts of time, but no-one was as... cooped up, you could say, as he had been.

That was probably a good thing. Meant people were being more sociable, actually seeking out friendships and sustaining them. Terrence would applaud that, but honestly? He was fine by himself. Really.

Kinda.

The librarian glanced at Oliver when he was greeted by the boy, and a smile came onto his features, "Hello, Oliver." He said, with a nod of his head. He was comfortable talking to people he knew, and Oliver was one of them (luckily). His stuttering habits did get rather annoying when one wanted to hold a conversation. He lightly laughed along with the student, "Yes, I was just... well, um, exploring, you could say." It wasn't like there was anything new to find. Terrence had been around every shelf a thousand times. Just... a thousand times a while ago. Not recently.

"So," the tall man said, continuing to walk back to his desk, "You... alright? Do you... need anything?" It was worth asking.

[Oliver Barnes]

Setting his stack down on the counter, Oliver leaned against it casually, his elbow propped up on top. He eyed the rest of the library, scattered with the occasional student or group at a table. He longingly looked at a couple of students he recognized from his biology class, before focusing on Terrence again as the librarian came closer.

Sometimes, Oliver wished he could be the type of person to approach anyone and hold a conversation. Instead, he was trapped inside his awkward and shy shell, afraid of everything. It was completely irrational, but then again, he was happy with the few relationships he had for the moment. "Exploring? Haven't you been around every corner at least a dozen times?" Oliver lightly teased with a grin.

He turned his body to face Terrence's desk, shaking his head. "Nah... I mean, no, I don't need help with anything. I'm doing okay. Just procrastinating on these notes I suppose." Oliver pointed to his textbook with a sigh.