Etrasus loved the library at Neworth University; it was honestly the only thing to keep him interested in staying. He had dropped by at various points over the many years; the nostalgia was what kept him coming back. That and, of course, a higher than average population of witches and the like in the community. Witches meant power, of course.

Then again, evolution of society had only made it harder for him to find good victims; burning witches that didn't join him in a display of public humiliation was no longer viable. Still, he had two minions, and they kept him satisfied. For now...

It was the period before a university-wide lunchtime, when students often came in to read, work on schoolwork, the like. He got the impression that students found him creepy, although he didn't particularly care. All he cared was that students put books back where they found them. The library was expansive and contained many decent works of literature. None from his glory days, although that wasn't too bad of a thing; he found early writings to be boring, except for, of course, the Spellbook.

He sat back and picked up the novel he was reading. The period would end soon, with a small trickle of regulars coming in, no doubt. This book was a rather grim romance novel written by one of his favorites. As he read, he kept a careful eye on the double doors leading into the library.