WHO: Adam and William WHERE: the library WHAT: Researching? Being a general nuisance? Who knows, really... WHEN: Saturday morning (10/10)
It was so early that Adam wasn't even sure that William was in the library when he slipped in and made his way back to the restricted section. He was armed and ready, with pens and paper and a thermos of black, black, oh so black, coffee, ready to spend the morning and probably the majority of the day reading things in hopes that he'd find something useful, since he'd been barred by Pete-the-Dickface from working on the academic meet, lest Adam stereotype people. Perhaps Pete was a raging idiot.
He grabbed a couple of books off the shelf and settled to the floor with his back against the wall, the light from the windown helpfully shining in and illuminating the page as he flipped through, sipping directly from the thermos, his puffskein pretending it was climbing mountains while it rolled around down near his feet.
At least he'd probably be left well enough alone, out of sight, and in the restricted section no less. He really hoped that something would point the way toward helping find a cure, because he really, really wanted his magic back. He also really wanted a shave, and to hex someone's nose off. But mostly just a shave. That much beard was starting to itch. He scratched absently as his eyes scanned the page, completely oblivious to the idea that there might be anything going on around him.