He’s a stranger to some and a vision to none; [Silence]
The library was a haven to people like Harvey Reynard. Full of twists and turns, resembling more a maze or warren than an actual library in the conventional sense, it provided the perfect place to escape from tormenters and the rest of the world alike if you took the time to learn all the ways, routs between stacks and areas full of books so dusty that Harvey sometimes wondered if they had been touched in years. If he was a more imaginative sort of boy, he would have claimed the bookcases actually moved when you weren’t watching them, some kind of strange spell that the librarian claimed to have no knowledge of.
Personally, he didn’t know if they moved or not, all he knew was that if you hid in the library, took a book off the shelves with the intention to read it or least flick through the pages and you treated all the volumes within with the correct sort of respect, any bully chasing you would leave you alone and it was safe to spend a few hours within. Maybe it protected those who wanted to learn and maybe it just demanding the quiet you were supposed to have in these areas and was determined you keep it no matter way.
He huddled deeper into his corner, sandwiched between two bookcases, bag by his feet and library opened text in his hand. Now and then, he turned the page, only half engrossed in what he was reading, the other half of his mind focused on his bag and the book and the parchment inside that he swore was actually burning through it; Harvey didn’t know what to do about it, for once he was unsure of the course of action to take and it was seriously starting to mess with him. Every inch of his posture screamed to be left alone, Harvey trying to enjoy the quiet and freedom from the rest of the school while he could.