The library, Gellert had found, was impossible to navigate. He had been attempting to use it to find some reference books on time magic, though he had gotten sidetracked by a quest to learn something about his own future, and the future of the plans he'd already made. He had not had much success with either endeavour. After returning home the previous night after another day's failed searching, Gellert had drawn up a makeshift map of the place, divided into a grid and then numbered in the order of which sections he would examine first, and second, and third, until he'd covered both floors. He only hoped that there wasn't some charm on the building to switch things around every time you left one section and progressed to another. He was starting to think that if there was, he would hardly be surprised.
He scarcely noticed the red-haired man until he was right beside him, leaning in, for all appearances accusing Gellert of having something to do with their current predicament. His brows lifted, expression constructing itself into something polite, but nevertheless slightly cold.
"Beg pardon?" Gellert said, slowing his pace somewhat. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, precisely."