Infernal Devices discussion

A rather small library, it's over crowded and nothing has ever been thrown away in it. It's almost impossible to find what you are looking for in the room unless you go throug each item.

Evelyn poked her head into the library, needing to escape from reality for a bit. Moreover, her body ached from training, and so there she was in the library in a simply dress, though the corset she wore pinched her. She made a face, but ignored it as she walked over to the shelves, already knowing where a certain she wished to read was despite the fact it was often hard to find books in there.

Stephen walked in, knowin not many came in. He grabbed the book he had been reading and sat down. He picked up where he left off. He hadn't realized Someone was there.

Evelyn looked over when she spotted someone else walk in, though she didn't say anything since she just wanted to hide behind her book and loose herself in the story. Though, for some reason, she couldn't find it on the shelf she had last put it. With a soft sigh, she began shuffling through another shelf.

Stephen heard someone and looked arous. He saw the girl and smirked. He walked over,"Need help miss?" He showed his charming smile.

Evelyn blushed, taking a step back from him. "Oh, well, I don't want to bother you," she said meekly, blushing at his smile. Evelyn wasn't really used to being around boys other than ones related to her, which made her feel silly.

He smirked, seeing her smirk. Stephen nodded,"You sure beautiful?" He brushed his hand against her arm. She was very beautiful.

Evelyn felt chills run up her spine when his hand brushed against her arm. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but tried not to think about it as she quickly shook her head. With a meek smile, she said, "I'm sure. Please, don't let my air headedness distract you from you reading." However, her eyes glanced him over thinking he was rather attractive.

He chuckled,"If you so. What's your name?" He asked curious. Stephen smiled and watched her carefully.

"Oh, how rude of me," Evelyn said, shaking her head before smiling at him. "I'm Evelyn Harper, and who are you?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him. She had almost forgotten about her book by talking with him.

"My name is Stephen, madam." He took her hand and kissed the back of it before letting it go. He smiled, she would be easy to fool.

Evelyn blushed, smiling weakly at him. Somehow, she got a bad feeling about him, but wasn't sure why. Never having been around guys before she wouldn't know. "A pleasure to meet you, Stephan," she said with a slight nod of her nod. "So, what were you reading before my rustling bothered you?"

He shrugged,"Just a fiction book I had found. Nothing interesting. What were you reading?" Stephen was curious about her, slightly. He didn't want to know everything, just some things.

"Oh, an essay by a philosopher, but it's more entertaining the educating," Evelyn mumbled, blushing in embarrassment. She sighed, knowing he probably though she was lame, which meant he would most likely just walk away without another word to her.

Stephen and nodded,"Okay. What is that?" He was totally confuzzled. She was very smart. Smart enough to know he wasn't the right guy to talk to.

"Oh, just something by John Locke," Evelyn sighed, waving it off. "I'm pretty sure it's lost by now anyways since it was a rather small book. I doubt I'll really find now anyways." She noticed the look on his face, but wasn't really sure if he was about ready to leave or if he was possibly interested. It was most likely the first thing.

He nodded,"Sounds perfectly horrid. Boring too. I prefer fiction with some action." He smiled and looked around. He couldn't find a certain book but that was normal.

Evelyn shrugged, knowing most people wouldn't understand her taste in books. "It wasn't that bad, but I understand why you would think so," she said with a nod. "Fiction is rather nice, but I haven't found many in here. Then again, I don't find anything I want in here..."

"I can find some for you"He smiled and grabbed her hand. He pulled her through the library and found one. He handed her one.

"Oh, thank you," Evelyn said with a small smile. She glanced over at him, taking it in her hand. Though her eyes flickered at her hand which was in his, making her cheeks redden a deeper shade, but she slid her hand out of his grasp after a moment. "Um..." She trailed off, not sure what she should say. This was possibly the end of their meeting, which was rather sad about.

He gave her the book,"It's exceptionally good. I read it when I get bored. Don't tell anyone I said that" He smirked and watched her carefully. She seemed a bit sad.

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Jeremy sat in the library's chair reading 'a tale of two cities' for about the third time. He turned the page as he read

Annalise walked in and seeing Jeremy raced over, "Jeremy. I need to discuss something with you." she said her tone displaying its urgency.

Jeremy frowned and set his book down, taking her wrist, Jeremy led her away from everyone else "What's wrong dear?"

Annalise leaned in and whispered in his ear of the expecting gift that Brother Enoch had told her off. Pulling away she bit her lip, "I feel as though my life is repeating."

Jeremy's eyes widened before glancing at her stomach "Well Anna, if I know one thing, I know that Gregory seems like a great guy and a lot better than the last one" he whispered

Annalise nodded, "So you think I should telk him?"

Jeremy frowned "Well yes, it is his child isn't it?"

Annalise rolled her eyes, "No. It's the ghist of christmas' past kid." she shook her head and took a deeo breath. "Alright. Wish me luck." she muttered and then ran off tofind Gregory.

Jeremy nodded and watched his sister in many ways leave

A small wolf trotted over to Jeremy. It waited patiently for him to take the letter, that it was holding in it's mouth.

The wolf wagged it's tail and glanced at Jacqueline. Shadowhunters always seemed weird to them.

The wolf narrowed it's eyes, and then looked away.