Who: Maka Albarn and OPEN Where: The Library When: 9:45-ish in the evening What: Reading/Studying/Trying to figure out how to get back home
It was always an awkward situation at dinner. Almost two months since she arrived, and Maka was still unable to do much else than as she was told. It wasn't much- go to dinner with Mr Jefferson and the rest of his 'treasures,' be in bed by 11pm, and never leave. Yeah, like she was really going to be satisfied with that. Besides, she wasn't stupid; she knew better than to fight back without a plan. If her weapon, Soul, was here, it would make things a LOT easier. With a frustrated sigh, she closed the current book she held, placed it to her left (on top of a large pile of already read books), and grabbed one from the pile to her right. From what she was able to gather from the many, MANY books on magic, even with her weapon she wouldn't be able to escape that quickly. Easier, yes, but that didn't mean it was EASY to escape altogether.
Maka opened the book in her hands and began reading, already irritated because it started off with the same things the other twelve books that day had said... and the day's books before that, and the week's books before that. This man had a lot of books on magic, and cleverly, nothing more than simple information she learned about at the DWMA (at the time, they hunted witches after all).
It was MORE than annoying because even if she COULD use magic, nothing in those stupid books had anything that would help.
"This is pointless."
She slammed the book closed and leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, looking out the window. The moon was out- it looked different from HER moon. There was a frown on her face as she adjusted herself and hugged her knees. She was lonely. She was lonely before she got there, but even moreso now that she wasn't even in her own world. And seemingly alone in the library as she had been for the most part since she arrived. Maka whispered to herself, "I wonder how everyone else back home has been..."