The Library in Irvingly was something Elsie had been excited to investigate ever since she'd heard of it. Of course Meri was now living in Irvingly too, so what better excuse than to visit her friend and drag her to the library! Els also had a handful (and by a handful she meant nearly 30 books) to donate that she no longer needed. It had been far too long in Elsie's opinion since she'd seen her friend and that needed to change. She was fortunate that Mary was staying with them for the time being while she interned at the hospital. It was a pity she couldn't join them today, the hospital was keeping her so busy! She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it though, which was all that mattered. Stella certainly enjoyed having Mary around the house, though it was probably because she thought the Ravenclaw to be a good influence on Elsie.
After picking Meri up at her house, Mrs. Haynes strolling along behind them, they made their way down through the Square to the recently erected Library. It was small, probably smaller than Whizzhard's but Elsie had always known never to judge things by what was on the outside. Who knew, it could be huge inside thanks to magic.
"What a beautiful little building." She breathed out. Places that housed books, whether they were old, ramshackle buildings or brand new ones like this, always became automatically endearing to Elsie. Perhaps it was because she knew they housed one of her favorite things on the planet. Even Elsie didn't really know herself, but she could feel the little butterflies of excitement bubbling up and she couldn't wait to get inside.
Of course, she had more than one reason, other than seeing her friend, to ask Meri out today. Elsie was getting tired of thinking and over-thinking her situation with Tyb and she was about to break down and tell somebody. She had the feeling that Mary already knew something was amiss, but she hadn't wanted to trouble her friend with anything that would distract her from her work. Telling Mary was inevitable, but she was also such a romantic that she wondered if she would be of any help. Mary's situation was not entirely unlike the one Elsie was finding herself in, but she also didn't have to deal with Stella breathing down her neck and Els though Meri might have a more practical opinion on this whole matter. "I'm so happy we could make time to get together." She said, for probably the third time today, but it was true. Real friends were few and far between for Elsie and she cherished the ones she did have.
After picking Meri up at her house, Mrs. Haynes strolling along behind them, they made their way down through the Square to the recently erected Library. It was small, probably smaller than Whizzhard's but Elsie had always known never to judge things by what was on the outside. Who knew, it could be huge inside thanks to magic.
"What a beautiful little building." She breathed out. Places that housed books, whether they were old, ramshackle buildings or brand new ones like this, always became automatically endearing to Elsie. Perhaps it was because she knew they housed one of her favorite things on the planet. Even Elsie didn't really know herself, but she could feel the little butterflies of excitement bubbling up and she couldn't wait to get inside.
Of course, she had more than one reason, other than seeing her friend, to ask Meri out today. Elsie was getting tired of thinking and over-thinking her situation with Tyb and she was about to break down and tell somebody. She had the feeling that Mary already knew something was amiss, but she hadn't wanted to trouble her friend with anything that would distract her from her work. Telling Mary was inevitable, but she was also such a romantic that she wondered if she would be of any help. Mary's situation was not entirely unlike the one Elsie was finding herself in, but she also didn't have to deal with Stella breathing down her neck and Els though Meri might have a more practical opinion on this whole matter. "I'm so happy we could make time to get together." She said, for probably the third time today, but it was true. Real friends were few and far between for Elsie and she cherished the ones she did have.
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