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Nero was chilling in one of the sequester rooms of the library, where it would seem he was studying because the door was hardwood, soundproof, and had a lock. He melted back into the velvet chair. The school was a nice one, and he knew through research that the library was the one place that had lasted the longest sence it's being built. In front of him was a stack of leather bound tomes, and he reached out to open one up. He had used his charm to permanently'reserve' This room for his stay, and he had convinced the librarian to let him check books from the archives into the room. Sometimes it paid to have a supernatural charm, and he wasn't a stranger to useing it to get what he wanted. He snapped his fingers, performing a small bit of magic that came easily to him, and a warm fire burst to life in the fire place. He grinned, showing off his somewhat extraordinarily sharp canines, and put a toothpick in his mouth out of habit and because he thought it looked cool. In the firelight the silver and ruby ring on his left ringfinger glinted menacingly as he turned the rare and beautiful pages of the first book. The book was nowhere near as in depth as his the ones his adoptive father continuously spent all his income on, he would probably have to search for those himself, but it was still an interesting volume on some of the more creative psychology of the time it was written. He Reached out with one hand to take a sip from a drink he had in a nice glass cup. It wasn't brandy, no matter his own sentiments he doubted even his charm could get him out of that, and instead it was just non alcoholic Apple cider. He'd never actually gotten a drink, but he had always found that a glass of amber liquid was the best way to complete the look without too much risk. He continued this for quite a while, so that he was unsure of them time, and he didn't even think to look at his pocketwatch. He put the tomes into a small oak bookshelf to one side of the door. Once he was done arranging them satisfactorily he put on his fedora and trench coat stepping tword the door. He put on a pair of rose tinted glasses as he reached the door, then concentrated letting the fire die. The he took the small ornate silver key out of his pocket, moveing out to the other side and locking the door. He pocketed the key and tipped his hat at the librarian who smiled though she seemed a bit confused at why he was still here. He moved himself outside and, taking out his ornate silver pocketwatch, checked the time.

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