Hello Fellow Friend [Addie]

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence was sat crossed legged next to a box full of books, with a few other books in piles around him. He'd ordered in some more novels and textbooks (what else would he order?) and he was now spending his time labelling them all and sorting them in to categories, so they could go onto the shelves later. He was thinking of selling some of the scruffier books, as much as he hated to part with them, so he could get some newer ones. To him, it didn't matter what the book looked like on the outside, with some professionally designed cover or simply leather bound, he didn't mind. But he did want to give a good impression... so maybe it was necessary.

As always, the door to the library, which he was fairly close to, opened at random intervals. Mostly students came in, with the occasional member of staff either going to get a book or talk to Terrence for a bit (which he didn't understand, but some people were more... sociable than him. It couldn't be helped. And he wouldn't be rude or anything, just keep up conversation for as long as was necessary. Hm.

He picked up another book and studied it for a moment, before looking down the order list (which he had used to organize the books into the right categories beforehand) and sorting it out. To some, it was tediously necessary. To Terrence, it was brilliant. Even if he didn't show it. 

[Adaryn Breslin]

To Adaryn, it was amusing when teachers had dubbed independent reading, 'required reading'. It was as if it were saying that she was being forced to read. People whined and groaned about picking up a book and reading for twenty minutes in the beginning of class, but that is the time of day that she lived for.

The brunette entered the library, careful not to make much noise upon entering. She went straight for the section where she thought she'd find Divergent, one of her favorites, but she couldn't find it on the shelf. She used to have a copy of it at one point in time, but things happened, and well, she didn't have it any longer.

"Great," She sighed. It was the book she wanted. Maybe she could ask for it? Addie peered around the library, looking for anybody who seemed to work there. She noticed a boy surrounded by books, labeling or doing something or the other, and she decided to start there.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Her voice was low, shy, as she shifted from one foot to the other. "Are you one of the librarians?"

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence looked up when the door opened again - he did almost every time. A brunette girl, short-ish... for some reason he liked to see who came in, what they looked like and why they might possibly be there. To himself, he called it the Sherlock complex, because even though he read books more than he watched TV, he could not get enough of that show. It rubbed off on him.

The girl seemed to know what she was doing, which suggested that either she liked books or was used to libraries. Terrence was pretty certain he'd seen her in here before... so that was a strong possibility. He smiled to himself and went back to his books, he was so silly sometimes.

"Uhm, excuse me?"

The librarian could've jumped out of his skin - so engrossed in his own thoughts that he forgot about his surroundings. Was he... one of the librarians? His voice seemed to mimic her's, but it was just as it usually was when Terrence was around someone new, "Oh, uh, y-yes, I am the l-librarian." If she knew Harry Potter, she would probably think he sounded like Professor Quirrel. Maybe.

He placed the book down that he had been holding and looked up at the girl, before getting to his feet awkwardly, finding that he towered quite immensely over her. His posture automatically hunched from his timid nature, "D'you... n-need help with s-something?'

[Adaryn Breslin]

When he stood up, she cursed her short stature. Five foot three. Everything was taller than her, it seemed. Not just everyone. Everything. But she took a step back so she could get a better view of his face. He was stuttering, which meant he was obviously nervous; well, that and the fact that his entire aura was buzzing green. Addie's mind was shielded, so it didn't affect her. However, it caused her to smile slightly.

"Well, I was looking for Divergent, but it doesn't seem to be on the shelf. And I saw you with all those books," She pointed over at the giant pile of text books, magazines, and regular books. "So I figured you might possibly have it."

The brunette pulled the cardigan closer to herself, as the draft in the library was becoming a bit chilly. It was warming up in Pilot ridge, which meant the AC was starting to be turned on. Adaryn waited, awkwardly shifting, a shy smile still turning the corners of her lips upward.

[Terrence Mathews]

...yup, she was definitely as short as he had guessed. Or maybe he was just way too tall. Maybe both - both made sense. But... she was smiling. A nice person. Nice people were... nice. Terrence smiled back.

Ooh, Divergent; this girl was good. Divergent was awesome. He felt his face light up a little and almost tried to hide it, minorly ashamed at his own enthusiasm. "I do h-have it!" He paused a moment, "Most possibly." He smiled sheepishly at his own choose of words - he sounded so... something.

The librarian thought for a second and looked around, where, where was it... he was certain he had more than one copy, but it'd been quite popular recently, given the movie coming out and all. He scanned all the shelves with his eyes, almost robotically, until he felt the connection. His smiled stayed on his lips and he looked at the short girl for a second, before his confidence betrayed him and he looked back at the books, "Follow me." And with that, he began to walk towards the possible location of the book.

Terrence checked behind him, to make sure the girl was there, "I'm Mister... Mr. Mathews." He didn't really like being called by his surname, but it seemed like a formality here. He tried to avoid it, "Y-you can, um, c-call me Terrence, if you'd prefer, though." He stopped talking... why did his words always break themselves up like that? It was annoying as hell.

[Adaryn Breslin]

There was a sudden shift of nervousness to full blown excitement, and it nearly caught Addie off guard. She wasn't so used to nervousness fading that quickly. However, it seemed to return once he started walking off towards the book. She stayed a few steps behind, just in case he made a sudden turn. She would be able to maneuver a bit easier that way.

He looked back at her, stuttering once more. "I don't bite, Terrence." Addie really hoped that wasn't crossing the line, but it was already said. "I mean, you don't have to be so nervous around me. Im pretty awkward, myself." Oh crap, she just called him awkward. Was that okay? Oh jeez.

"N-Not that you're awkward, I think. Um, Just that I'm a-awk--- I-I'm Adaryn." Her face heated up and she quickly looked down at her shoes. Great. She just made an absolute fool of herself to the school's librarian. She'd never live this down, would she? Hopefully?

"See?" She mumbled pathetically,

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence knew she wouldn't bite him... unless she was one of those problem children. Which definitely didn't really exactly seem to be the case. But he chuckled lightly when she stumbled over her own words - not at her, not at all! That would be contradictory. It was more of a... comfort laugh. He wasn't alone. And he was glad she used his forename instead of calling him 'Mr. Mathews'. He was all for respect, but it hadn't even been a decade since Terrence had been at Hammel himself. To be in the building and not be called by his first name felt... odd.

"D-don't worry, I... I-I know I'm awkward." He grimaced a little to himself, 'It's fine." Not the awkwardness itself, the awkwardness was very frustrating. The acknowledgment was fine, was what he meant. "N-nice to meet you, Adaryn."

He turned a corner and looked around again, feeling the connection quite far away. He wondered... no, he wasn't going to summon the book into her hands. It wasn't that he couldn't, but he didn't want to accidentally hurt her. He'd given himself a nose bleed from a falling book before - it was all too easy. "Found it." He said, without yet retrieving it. He smiled up at the spine of the book, concentrating on the object and willing it to come closer.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"I'm glad you did't find that offensive or anything..." It was always a fear of hers to screw up verbally and lose a friendship before it even began. But luckily that wasn't the case... if she would even considering befriending the librarian. Was that okay? Could she befriend him?

Her eyes moved to follow where his hands went, and they urged a book off of the shelf and into his hands without having to touch it. She was fascinated. Addie had already been fascinated with meta's even before she knew what they were. The powers, and the extensive range of powers that one person could developed, was awe-inspiring. Sadly, she wished she could have had a different power, but it made it easier to know who to speak to, and who not to.

"Thank you," Adaryn said with a grateful smile. Curiosity, after a few moments of standing in a silence, got the best of her, and she spoke up. "So, what exactly is your power, if you don't mind me asking?"

[Terrence Mathews]

There were quite a few things that Terrence took offense from, but decribing him as something he was, i.e. awkward, was fine. Adaryn would've known if she had offended him - if he seemed shy and withdrawn now, you hadn't seen anything yet.

A lot of people seemed to think his power was Telekinesis or some techinal branch that came out from it, but no, he was a summoner. Telekinetics could move the objects around with their mind, Summoners could, well, summon them. And send them back. No extra movement in between. It was a lot more efficient, even thought he wished he could be a telekinetic... it was more interesting.

"N-no problem." He smiled as he held the book out for her to take. After the short moment of silence, and the question, he spoke, noticing as he did that... someone had put the books back on the shelf wrong. And it irritated his core, itched his conscience. He couldn't help it, even if it seemed rude. The librarian went up to the shelves and began rearranging the books, putting them back in their rightful places (which were all, thankfully, around the small area he was in with Adaryn). "I'm a summoner." He stated, simply, "I can... retrieve objects from most places as l-long as I h-have an idea of where they ar-re."

Adaryn had to be here for a reason, for her own power. It wasn't like with some of the staff, who were unpowered but were still allowed to work at the institute - you were only taught here if you had a power. "What..." he paused his sorting for a moment to look at Adaryn, "What about you?" He asked, curious. He had read up on the most common powers, even though having a power in itself was considered pretty rare. If it was some.kind of elemental manipulation, he would know a fair amount about it. If it was fairly unique, he hadn't a clue.

[Adaryn Breslin]

"A summoner?" Honestly, she wasn't sure if he was a telekinetic or not, but apparently the answer was 'or not'. Adaryn was amused at his intense irritation of misplaced books. He definitely belonged as a librarian. "Why people don't place books back in the correct order is beyond me. My personal library is by author, series, and then time order." It was very specific, and she enjoyed it that way. Her room and belongings had to be organized only because everything else in her life lacked any and all organization.

"That's actually pretty useful. Mine is more or less a pain in my neck all times of the day." Putting up a mental shield was absolutely exhausting, but it did put her to sleep most nights. If she didn't keep it up, Adaryn was susceptible to all the emotions around her, and while she lived in an all girl's dorm, it was not fun since women were the most emotionally unstable, especially at a specific time of the month.

"I'm an Empathetic Manipulator." Adaryn explained, looking down at the book in her hands. Somebody had dog eared some of the pages; Addie tried not to cringe. That was a pet peeve of her own, when people lacked respect for books. "It basically means I can see and manipulate existing emotions. And if you want to know what they look like, well, they look like aura's around people. Each emotion has a specific color and shade. It's just a really complex form of Empathy."

Most people had a hard time keeping up with her explanation, especially if she started listing the color spectrum. Because emotions not only came in specific colors, but shades and opacity. The only person who knew the extent of what she could see was Vincent, but that was because he had made a chart for it.

"I could show you pictures if I had them with me, but I didn't bring my sketchbook."

[Terrence Mathews]

"Yes, summoner." He always found it easier to explain things through book terms, "I'm going to guess y-you know of Harry Potter and just say it's more like Accio than Wingardium Leviosa." And if she didn't understand that reference, he would find another way of explaining it.

The smile that had placed itself onto Terrence's fact grew wider as Adaryn talked about respect for books and order - he had never been in a situation where he could agree more. It was like she had taken the words right out of his head. "I can't stand walking around and..." he moved another book, slotting it back where it belonged, "...finding things in the wrong places." He remembered that time when he had made cookies and ended up using salt instead of sugar because he put them back in the wrong places beforehand. "It's just... unhelpful. And a pain."

Terrence first tilted his head in curiousity, but then nodded in understanding as Adaryn explained her ability. It reminded him very much of AJ and her power, Pheromone Manipulation. Although, that was a lot more... chemical based than this seemed. Emotional manipulation seemed to stem more on the brain processes and the physical, raw emotion, not the chemical that caused it. "That sounds... intriguing." He didn't mean to be nosey, but it was in his nature to want to learn.more, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... do you just see the auras or do you feel them as well?" He wanted to make certain.

To see what she could... would've been nice. "That's alright, maybe... a-another time?" It was a shame, but he would probably find out in the future what it was like - through other sources if not Adaryn. Although, he was enjoying her company. He hoped they would be friends... in a student-librarian kind of way. He seemed to have that kind of relationship with quite a few of the students at Hammel... he personally didn't mind at all. He generally got on better with people younger than him over older anyway.

[Adaryn Breslin]

“Lucky for you i’m not ignorant to the world of Harry Potter,” Addie mused, giving him a gentle smile. It was almost farfetched to insinuate there was a possibility that she didn’t know the series; it was iconic, after all. It set the stone for her love of reading.

She was grateful she didn’t cause the librarian to run away with her awkward demeanor; it was nice having someone who you could relate to, despite an obvious age and height difference. A light giggle passed her lips as he continued to reorganize the shelf. It truly was an amusing sight. His face twisted slightly, and then relaxed as soon as the book was back in place. Was that what she looked like when cleaning? Hm.

His inquisitiveness towards her power normally would be slightly off putting, but she felt that she could trust him. It was just a description of what she could see, right? “I see them in aura’s and I can feel them, but what I feel is hard to decipher, and I use the aura’s as clarification. They come in a bunch of colors and shades. Like, for instance, any shade of red has to do with anger. A light, translucent pink is like mild annoyance while a deep crimson, opaque red is murderous rage. The stronger the emotion, the darker the aura. I hope that suffices as a visual for now.”

Adaryn flipped through the pages carefully, smiling to herself. This book had given her so much to think about, and it helped her distract herself from her tough times whenever she did have the energy to pick up and read it. But the movie was coming out, and she wanted to refresh her memory. “So are you going to watch it?” Addie held up the book, “The movie, I mean.”

[Terrence Mathews]

Terrence smiled awkwardly, "Lucky for me." He chimed back, quietly. He liked to use that way of explaining to people how his power worked, seeing as there was easy confusion otherwise. Plus, if he did so in such a way, he could tell how cool they were, by the fact of if they knew about Harry Potter or not.

Because all the cool people knew about Harry Potter.

He felt a wave of shyness wash over him at the small laugh, but kept his smile stretched across his face in the crooked way it always sat. He didn't enjoy feeling self-conscious, but that's really just how he was. He'd kind of come to accept it. Besides, it wasn't like he could help his compulsive need to organize anything and everything possible. He was just... it was... side effect. It was a side effect of his ability, not some nervous habit that he could get rid of. Then again, it was a part of who he was, so he personally didn't have a problem with it.

Terrence listened to her speak of her power with great interest, nodding every now and then as a visual signal that he was taking everything in. "...that's amazing." He said, a couple of books still in his hands, some that had been put back in completely the wrong place (why did people do this to him?), "I'm jealous." He half-joked. Her's seemed a lot more technical that his. His was literally remember the object, find the object, get the object. Done. Hers was... variable. Interesting. He'd probably read up on it more later.

His vision flicked up at the question, and over to the book that was now in, and he slowly shook his head, "No, sadly not." He then tilted his head a bit, thumbing over the books in front of him, and then turning back to Adaryn, "I mean, I want to, and I will, wh-when it comes out on DVD..." his speech stumbled a little, and he gave himself a second to compose himself, "...I'm not a fan of cinemas." Terrence admitted, grimacing slightly. It was a weird thing to not like, and he knew it.