Right. She'd forgotten for a second that she was here to do a job, not just to learn.
It was actually a pretty sweet job, though. When Merlin had said he wanted her to do odd jobs in his library, Rosario had half-expected she'd be sweeping the floors, dusting the bookshelves, some basic fetch-and-carry work. Getting to organise a wizard's books? She'd almost be down to do that for free.
She pushed her stack of books to one end of the trolley, so as not to get them mixed up with the ones that needed sorting, and stared at the volume Merlin had placed on top. "You're not telling me Nostradamus was legit." It wasn't so much a question as a flat statement of disbelief. Nostradamus?! Okay, so her birth dad was the god of prophecy, but come on!