Snippet #2438836

A young girl dropped her head on the table and groaned loudly in frustration, only to receive a rebuke from the librarian in the form of a sibilant "Shhhh" . She looked up quickly and gave an apologetic look to the librarian who looked equally, if not more, frustrated at the offending noise - the night-shift would do that to you. She couldn't help it though; Butler Featherwood absolutely /HATED/ writing book reports - especially on a book as.. antique.. as "Pride and Prejudice" - couldn't they have even swung for "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" ? She wouldn't have minded that one so much, just having to excuse the fact that it stereotyped zombies as heartless, mindless creatures. Butler, personally, had some friends who were zombies. Or she did until they.. well, fell apart.

Barring the scent, they weren't so bad.

"Okay. Once more." She said to herself; a little too loudly though as the librarian chided her again with another long "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Butler glared down at the book, intending it for the librarian, Ms.Patsburg. "Whose idea was it anyway to put a lady with super enhanced hearing as librarian anyway ?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"I wasn't even talking lou-"

"Shhhhhhh."

The poor girl sighed and looked upwards as though seeking mercy from whatever deity would offer it to her. Instead of mercy, she found the piercing eyes of her father staring back at her - the eyes of a portrait, of course.

'Right. That's who hired you.' She thought. 'Ever-loving Father.'

She opened her book to attempt picking back up but decided she'd check in with her brother first. Telepathically, of course.

'Hey Kestie, what're you up to? Whatever it is, I'm sure it couldn't be worse than having PatBurger down your throat.'