Before Victoria could bring up the memory of her classes, the reverent quiet of the library called for her attention.
	From what she could tell, they came through a back entrance, the carpet of the hall turning into well-worn wood paneling. A large, wooden bookcase stood in front of them, the spines of old and new books alike staring at them in greeting. Two armchairs identical to the ones they had seen the girl in the hall on sat to the right of the door, their indented cushions empty. A table rested between them, a couple books sitting messily atop it.
	Victoria pulled her arm from Alex’s as she glanced up at the fluorescent lighting above them. She wandered toward where many of the shelves created an aisle, relishing the familiar, welcoming smell of ink, glue, and paper both aged and young that hung heavily on the air. 
	About ten rows of shelves up, she could see multiple desks placed together in a circle to create the circulation desk in the center of the library. A boy who looked like an upperclassman sat in a chair near the center of the cluttered desks. He spun around a couple times in his chair, before rolling it over to one of two computers.
	Careful to not look at the student librarian long enough for her ability to kick in, Victoria looked back to Alex and smiled. Two signs in the shape of an arrow hanging beside the door caught her attention. One reading “Study Rooms” pointed to the left, and the other pointed to the right with the words “Front Desk.”
	“How many books do you think there are?” Victoria asked, her voice instinctively hushed to keep from disturbing the magic of the books. “Have you read them all, yet?” she finished with a grin.