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Rosalind Antigone Bungs (rabungs) wrote in pandorarpg,

Rosalind's night had been as bad as everyone else's seemed to be. She couldn't remember much about the actual substance of her nightmares, but she could still feel what she'd felt. Enclosed, trapped, a cloying oppressiveness that she couldn't get away from no matter how she tried.

She'd gotten to the office to find her assistant fumbling with folders and dropping them, a definite change from her usual competent manner. As there were no intake interviews, she let the poor girl home, and had decided to look into it a little more herself.

After all, it was rather strange that so many people had strange experiences.

Upon her arrival at the library, she spelled her wand to point her toward the book that would help her the most, only to find it already in the hands of someone else. She didn't recognize the young lady, but she seemed to be quite intent on her work. And Ros admitted more than a little adorable.

"Excuse me," she said, tucking her purse under her arm. "I don't mean to bother, or to rush you, but I was wondering when you'd be done with that." She shrugged and lifted her wand. "I'm told by my friend here that that's the book that will help me the most."