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Under any other circumstances, Thom might have thought that it was a waste of a perfectly good birthday to spend in in Sidley Park's library. The weather outside was beautiful, the grounds practically begging to be walked, but she could not think of anywhere she would rather be at that moment than precisely where she was. Henri was still in his rooms, hopefully sleeping, and Mama had retired under the pretense of attending to Count Zelinsky.
So it was that Thom, Septimus, and Gus were alone in the library, passing the afternoon as they had so many times before - but not, for Thomasina at least, in quite some time. Lessons had been called off for the day, owing to the fact that it was her birthday, but she paged through familiar old books and tablets anyway, feeling as though each was an old friend that she was greeting for the first time in a year.
Books aside, though, there were true old friends that should be greeted, although they could not know the significance it would hold for Thom. That was well enough, though, she thought; the only important thing was that she make the most of her time while she was here. To that end, she shut the book she'd been perusing and went to where Septimus was standing, near the window. "You have not had much to say today, sir," she said as a beginning, and only because she knew she could not say 'I have missed you.'
So it was that Thom, Septimus, and Gus were alone in the library, passing the afternoon as they had so many times before - but not, for Thomasina at least, in quite some time. Lessons had been called off for the day, owing to the fact that it was her birthday, but she paged through familiar old books and tablets anyway, feeling as though each was an old friend that she was greeting for the first time in a year.
Books aside, though, there were true old friends that should be greeted, although they could not know the significance it would hold for Thom. That was well enough, though, she thought; the only important thing was that she make the most of her time while she was here. To that end, she shut the book she'd been perusing and went to where Septimus was standing, near the window. "You have not had much to say today, sir," she said as a beginning, and only because she knew she could not say 'I have missed you.'