[B]Elizabeth Hawkins[/b] -- [i]To the Library![/i]

Inconspicuously, the Alchemist trailed behind the group that had decided to head for the library. Amid the gaggle of students and the like, she felt it wise to remain hidden in plain sight. Something was truly off about this school, and while Michael may have thought that she could have been the source, she knew the truth. Not only wasn't she responsible, but she fully intended to delve into the root of it all! 

Observing acutely as the group dispersed and headed in differing directions once tbey entered the library, Ellie took a moment to relish the stiff, stale air. This was her most cherished place inside the school, after all. 

Heading into the Library, she headed for the section that had always drawn her attention. The one which most had usually thought was myth and fiction. Only did she know that more often than not, the tales told betwixt the pages oft had dire truths within them. Often coded, just waiting to be deciphered. Her fingertips traced along countless spines then, not searching for anything in particular as she could practically feel some books [i]shudder[/i] to her touch. 

However, something caught her eye. 

It was in a back corner, beneath a dimly lit shelf. A book which was far too ancient compared to the others that surrounded it. She could see it in the spine, the cracked leather bind, and the weathered appearance of it. Curiously, she drew closer only to have her audibly gasp in surprise at what she had happened upon. The spine was only marked by one letter. Just one.

The roman numeral 'V'.

[I]It was the last of her descendant's books! The last tome written by Nicolas Flamel!![/i]

Instantly sliding it off the shelf, Elizabeth walked towards a table and sat down beside it. Propping open the book, she'd dig around in her purse for her notes and a writing utensil. Hastily getting to work as the only noise she made was the frantic scratching of pencil upon paper. There was so much to learn, so much that she didn't understand! Moving to the only chalkboard within the library, the Alchemist moved her notes onto the slate and began drawing a circle. Of which within more more intricate designs began to emerge.