Hope Sadako Esther Xavier Lensherr (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wasalwayshope) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-10-21 18:21:00 |
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Where: London Library & Parts Beyond
When: right after this
What: first meetings!
Warnings: none likely.
After signing off of the computer, Hope took the long way around to the atlases, mostly because the library was how she remembered it from when she was a kid, not that it had changed much since then, at least for her, they'd only had one major remodel. Or would have, between the actual now and the now she remembered.
In any case, she was right where she'd said she'd be by the time Charles got there, curled up in one of the comfortable chairs, one of the books propped up between her lap and the arm of the chair, brow creased just slightly in concentration as she studied the page. Really she looked rather as if she were absorbing all the information there.
Her hair was pulled back, aside from the one strand she'd tugged loose to twist around her finger while she read, looping it around the digit three or four times before letting it go again, uncurling itself before she twisted it up again. The movement was thoughtful, idle, and apparently something she did quite often.