The library's air conditioning was a welcome reprieve from the heat. Normally, this time of day would've found Lillian camped out under her tree with a canvas tote full of art supplies, poetry books, and whatever novel she was currently reading but the weather was too warm, even for her. The library worked just as well, especially with so many of the students gone for summer. There was even more peace and quiet here than usual
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"Maybe." Rolf did have a point. The mailboxes had looked like they'd been locked upstairs in the attic for a while but had they really sat quietly all this time? If there were ghost stories about them, clearly they hadn't but... Lillian shook her head a little. She was making a big deal over nothing, making silly campus stories out to be more than they actually were - just stories.
"You're probably right. I just have a feeling, I suppose... Kind of like a hunch. Do you ever get those? Like something really, really important just happened but you don't know why it's important?"
That sounded even sillier than thinking too much about a bunch of childish folktales.
Lillian gave him another small, sheepish smile. "Am I making any sense?"
He rose an eyebrow at her. "Not in the least." But then he laughed and shook his head. "No, you might be right. It's not every day you find mailboxes that write back to you."
He propped his elbow on the text book, his research now forgotten, and settled his chin on his hand, gazing at her expectantly. "So... what are we gonna do about it?"
Research research research. No, Rolf didn't want to do more research. With such a big library, there's bound to be books on the school itself, but Lillian can go searching for them herself. However...
"We should definitely go back to the attic. You know, make sure that it actually happened. Then you can do the backup research."
"That would make more sense. It would be better to make sure we saw what we thought we saw before getting in too deep with this, wouldn't it?" She smiled.
The more they talked about this, the more she relaxed. Lillian hadn't even realized she'd been so tense since leaving the attic yesterday.
"Right. In other words, don't do more than you have to," he said, his smile strengthening now that Lillian didn't look so tense.
"When's a good time for you? Maybe we can camp out for a night," he said with amusement in his voice. He wasn't entirely serious but.... "After all, they're haunted mailboxes and time-traveling ghosts just might be the nocturnal type~"
"Mmm, of course. Night time would probably be best. Witching hour and all of that." Lillian found her own smile widening as Rolf's did and wondered if her friend had any idea just how engaging his grins were.
"I'll be sure to bring lots of caffeine and sugar. I don't normally stay up that late. I'll be okay," she said, tone completely serious though with the way her eyes twinkled, she could well have been joking, too.
Lillian could tough it out for one night though. Maybe even two or more if she needed to, especially she napped and had plenty to eat beforehand.
"Of course you could. You're my ever vigilant hero, after all." This time the joke was more obvious; Lillian's outburst of soft giggles were a dead giveaway.
Not that Rolf wouldn't be a good protector; he was bigger and stronger than Lillian was, at any rate.
"Hm, I like that. 'Hero.' Right, no mailbox ghost is going to lay a dusty hand on you, Princess," he said with a straight face. That didn't last very long, however, when he broke out into a grin at her giggling.
"All right, I can take a hint~ So you can't take me seriously. That's fine. Those ghosts still had better watch it though." Would he be able to punch ghosts? Hmmm...
"I take you seriously," Lillian corrected him, though her tone remained light. "I believe absolutely in your hero potential! I trust you to keep me safe, even against dusty mailbox ghosts." Even though she was smiling, there was a serious glint in her eyes. "I really am glad you're coming with me, you know. There's no one else I'd rather have watching my back. I mean that."
He smiled appreciatively at her. "That's good to know. Now those ghosts really don't stand a chance." If someone was going to put that much faith in him, he better not mess up, he thought.
He glanced down at the open text book and sighed. He'd hoped that this paper would get done by itself but it seemed that the world just didn't work that way.
"Anyway, I'll let you get back to drawing your wall. We'll set up a date for that camp out soon."
Again, her eyes twinkled. Even if the mailbox incident had been some sort of strange fluke, a midnight adventure with Rolf still promised to be fun.
"The camp out, not the wall," she clarified. "The walls in here aren't that interesting and there aren't any other people to draw right now." Lillian had a sketchbook filled with library doodles over the past couple of years locked up in her trunk in her room.
"You have a dashing hero right in front of you~" he offered, striking a pose.
"Or would you rather sketch an intelligent scholar?" He held his textbook in the palm of his hand, staring at it pensively while touching his chin with a finger.
"Who says you can't be both?" Lillian asked, chuckling, suppressing the urge to stick her tongue out at Rolf. "All of the best ones are smart and strong. Take Odysseus, for example."
She couldn't resist throwing a small test at him. The Odyssey had been required reading in ninth grade English class. By the time, Mr. Puckett had got around to teaching it to Lillian's class had already read it twice. If Rolf had read Homer's epic like he'd been supposed to, he'd know who Odysseus was without being offered an explanation.
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"You're probably right. I just have a feeling, I suppose... Kind of like a hunch. Do you ever get those? Like something really, really important just happened but you don't know why it's important?"
That sounded even sillier than thinking too much about a bunch of childish folktales.
Lillian gave him another small, sheepish smile. "Am I making any sense?"
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He propped his elbow on the text book, his research now forgotten, and settled his chin on his hand, gazing at her expectantly. "So... what are we gonna do about it?"
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"We should definitely go back to the attic. You know, make sure that it actually happened. Then you can do the backup research."
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The more they talked about this, the more she relaxed. Lillian hadn't even realized she'd been so tense since leaving the attic yesterday.
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"When's a good time for you? Maybe we can camp out for a night," he said with amusement in his voice. He wasn't entirely serious but.... "After all, they're haunted mailboxes and time-traveling ghosts just might be the nocturnal type~"
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"I'll be sure to bring lots of caffeine and sugar. I don't normally stay up that late. I'll be okay," she said, tone completely serious though with the way her eyes twinkled, she could well have been joking, too.
Lillian could tough it out for one night though. Maybe even two or more if she needed to, especially she napped and had plenty to eat beforehand.
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He was, however, going to bring back-up: gummi bears and orange slices, two of Lillian's favorite candies. When in doubt, pump her full of sugar.
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Not that Rolf wouldn't be a good protector; he was bigger and stronger than Lillian was, at any rate.
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"All right, I can take a hint~ So you can't take me seriously. That's fine. Those ghosts still had better watch it though." Would he be able to punch ghosts? Hmmm...
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He glanced down at the open text book and sighed. He'd hoped that this paper would get done by itself but it seemed that the world just didn't work that way.
"Anyway, I'll let you get back to drawing your wall. We'll set up a date for that camp out soon."
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Again, her eyes twinkled. Even if the mailbox incident had been some sort of strange fluke, a midnight adventure with Rolf still promised to be fun.
"The camp out, not the wall," she clarified. "The walls in here aren't that interesting and there aren't any other people to draw right now." Lillian had a sketchbook filled with library doodles over the past couple of years locked up in her trunk in her room.
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"Or would you rather sketch an intelligent scholar?" He held his textbook in the palm of his hand, staring at it pensively while touching his chin with a finger.
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She couldn't resist throwing a small test at him. The Odyssey had been required reading in ninth grade English class. By the time, Mr. Puckett had got around to teaching it to Lillian's class had already read it twice. If Rolf had read Homer's epic like he'd been supposed to, he'd know who Odysseus was without being offered an explanation.
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