Room 410, Wednesday afternoon
Ichabod was sorting through the books in his room, resulting in two piles on his desk; one to take back to the library and one to keep in his room just a little longer. Other than that he was making plans. Eleanor had told him that there were still orchestras performing music from his time, and that would be a most delightful way to spend an evening in Celia's company. Hopefully she would feel the same. In a good mood, he sipped tea from a cup, having made a large pot to last him through an afternoon of study.
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