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Horseshit. This had not just happened. Louise had not just destroyed a book from the Academy's Library. A book that could have been priceless! She doubted that this particular book was but… but…. Oh Founder, now what?
Louise sat back down at her table. Her best option was to just go and tell a professor about it. The sooner she did it, the better. The problem was what to say about it. She couldn't just tell she didn't know, because that wasn't exactly true. Or at all. It'd been the words again. But she couldn't tell the truth. Obviously.
Especially not after she'd finally succeeded at magic. Anybody could tell that the figments were related to that. Louise didn't want to think they were bad… things. She liked to think they were blessings from the Founder. Not everybody would think like that. Especially not people who didn't like her.
And weren't there a lot of those…
"Miss Vallière. There you are."
Louise's spine straightened with a snap. She gulped and turned around. "Professor Colbert! How can I help you?!"
The teacher paused as his experienced eyes took him the young lady's fidgeting. Immediately, he was worried, because Louise de La Vallière looked to him… like she felt guilty. And when one took into account everything else... "Is something wrong? You weren't in class and Professor Hooft tells me that's quite rare." Unheard of, had been the exact words.
Louise bit her lip. Maybe a half-truth would be good? "Yes, I, well..." She took a deep breath to gain some time and reorder her thought. "I wanted to practice some more, my magic that is and… Ah, how shall I put this..."
Colbert took care to sound approachable to his student, who he'd never seen at a loss for words. "What happened?"
This was it. "I… destroyed a book?"
"Pardon?"
Louise cringed. "I was practicing fire spells..."
"In the Fenrir library?" Colbert was half-astonished, half-horrified, his glasses nearly falling off his face. Fire spells in the Fenrir Library? He couldn't… he just couldn't wrap his head around it.
She flinched. "I know, I'm very sorry. I'll repay the Academy for this gross mistake!"
The professor straightened with a sigh. Well, he supposed the excitement of being able to cast might have risen to the young lady's head and… well, tragedy. It would tach her not to play with fire. From the way she "Which book was it?"
"Fechtbuch von Messerstecherei, by Michael Lecküchner."
Colbert translated the title in his head. He blinked. "Ah. Pardon me Miss Vallière but… why… that particular book?"
Louise blinked herself. How was she going to explain that? "Well, I… I planned on getting myself a swordwand later." And she still did, sort of. "So I was looking for a book on fencing techniques." Just not about normal swordwands or rapiers, or because she was getting a sword. It was because of another different, mouthier and heavier sword.
A swordwand, thought Colbert. Did she want to become a knight? He could see it, truthfully. She had the spirit, if not the discipline and humility that he knew made good knights. She lacked patience too, though he couldn't truly fault her for that. He could see her in the Corps, any of them. What she lacked could be gained with training and comrades, knowledge and friendships that lasted a lifetime. It really ran in the family, didn't it? Colbert wasn't from that time or branch of the Corps, but he'd heard enough about the La Vallières.
He'd hoped, futilely, that none of his students would pursue such a career… but he'd been a teacher for over a decade. He'd settled for hoping none had to see what he had seen and striven to teach them what he'd learned that night.
"I see. It probably didn't have any protective spells. The Headmaster will decide what to do, but I think reimbursing the Academy will be enough for that particular book." Speaking of whom. "In fact, we can do that in a moment. The Headmaster requested your presence."
Louise frowned. Why would the Headmaster request her? She'd done nothing wrong, had she? Nothing beyond the book anyway. And it had to be something bad for her to be called in during classes. Her shoulders tensed besides her will. What if it was about the figments? It could only be that, couldn't it? "I see. Is he waiting for me now?"
"Yes. Shall we go?"
"I just need a moment to gather my things." Said Louise, already turning back to her table to put everything back in her satchel.
As the library's doors closed behind their retreating backs, a form canceled the spell of tranquility they'd been holding and came into view from behind a bookshelf.
Tabitha thumped her staff against the ground. What the hell had that been?