He walked deeper into the maze of shelves and found a small dusty corner with a large comfy chair. It was old and faded but he could still make out the faint flowers that had decorated the chair at some point. Wandering the shelf he chose a few books and curled up in the chair. Opening the first book he began to explore the worlds which the library guarded so sacredly.
Hours passed as he read through book after book. He was on his third book when a blonde-haired head popped through his book. Crying out he threw his book.
Giggling made him turn to see his friend, Izzy, floating nearby. Her blonde hair was poofy and light and her pale skin was always glowing with her smile. Her upper half was relatively solid but her lower half thinned into a mist that hung around her.
"How many times have I told you not to do that Izzy?!" Sam cried as he went to pick up the book and inspect the damage.
"Yeah, but I've been so booooored without you." She whined. Sam couldn't help but crack a smile.
"I know but by tomorrow we'll have more time to hang out." He said cheerfully.
"Wait, really?!" She shouted causing Sam to flinch.
He nodded and her shape shuddered as she literally vibrated in excitement.
"It's not that big a deal. They are only giving me a little wiggle room" Sam explained. Though Izzy's excitement was contagious. He grinned and began to anxiously fidget.
"Honestly Im kind of nervous about the whole thing." He said truthfully. He didn't want to get his hopes up but he also really didn't want to let the opportunity slip by.
"Why did it take so long for them to let you use them anyways?" Izzy asked. Sam was quiet as he went to put down his book, he was clearly not going to be able to peacefully read it now.
"Its because they are scared." Sam said. It was true. Everyone was scared of the Crowe family. They always assumed that everyone in the family was crazy. Once the Crowe family had been revered and respected as their powers rivaled even that of the Dussere family, but that was a long, long time ago. Now, because of one person, they all thought the family name was cursed.
"Scared of what? You're harmless!" Izzy giggled at the frown Sam responded with.
"Im not harmless. And they have reason to be scared. My magic isnt the same as everyone elses. Unlike other necromancers we only take." Sam said. His family wasn't alone in the necromancer world but they were by far the most powerful and the most dangerous.
"Take what? You only borrow magic and it always comes with a price." Izzy said. She was floating upside down a few inches above Sam. It made him smile, he indeed had a strange friend.
"Well, yes. The emotions are troublesome but we can also take life and we can even outrun the reaper. Though its taboo." Sam explained, "If we wished we could take the years off someones life and add it to our own. Thats why everyone is scared of us. We can become immortal if we wished."
"Okay…. So why dont you just do that?" Sam decided that today was one of the days he would just have to sit down and wait for Izzy's curiosity to pass. He would tell her enough to satiate her hunger for knowledge but there were some secrets better kept to himself.
"As I said its taboo." He replied. Izzy rolled over in the air, thinking. Sam shifted into a more comfortable position and watched her mist swirl.
"How come people dont try and use you for that power?" Izzy asked after a moment.
"Because we cant give it to someone else. We can only take from others," Something Sam had always found depressing, "If you want healing magic go to the Dussere family."
"But arent the Dussere's evil? Like the headmaster and his son?" Izzy said. Sam snapped to her in surprise.
"What? No! The headmaster's son isnt evil! He is one of the nicest people I've ever met!" Sam said, rather loudly. Izzy stared at him for a moment and Sam felt a blush creep up his neck. Why was he defending Jacob?
"Then why do you hate him?" Izzy said. Sam blinked and tried to speak. He didn't hate him, did he? Jacob was never cruel to him, he simply didn't understand how to help. Sam swallowed nervously, maybe it was him being the mean one.
"Sam?" Izzy said, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sam glanced at her then at a nearby clock hidden on the bookshelf and gasped.
"Shit! Its almost nine! I have to go!" Sam said. Izzy protested as he gathered his thing but he didn't have time to listen to her whining. He had to go. If he was late Ms. Stone would surely kill him.