#lbasd

“I won’t be long, I promise” he told his friends several hours ago when he’d set off to the library. It had been a while since he’d lost himself in the world of literature or discovered something new. A force inside would sing to him every so often that longed for inked pages in the leather bound forest. 

He’d lost track of time reading a new book about dragons that had not long been published. A subject that had interested him lately. The last time he’d heard the clock sound it had gone midnight. 

The sound of heavy doors closing woke him from a slumber he hadn’t realised he’d succumbed to and he frantically shut off the light from the lantern beside him. He knew students weren’t supposed to be out of bed after dark, or at least out of their common rooms without very good reason. A bit of light reading didn’t seem to tick that box. He had to make his presence unknown but he could hear his heart beating like a drum and tried to soften his panicked breath. Trying to form an excuse in his head as to why he was still in the darkened library in the middle of the night, if case his presence was found out.

@benwick