"Is Xavier okay with me being here?" Madeline asked, giddy as she walked past a shelf filled with books.
"Oh you'll be fine," Briar reassured.
"All the books here are completely fictional."
"So where are all the important books placed?"
Briar shrugged, "I wouldn't know."
"Go ask Xavier yourself," she told Madeline.
Madeline frowned, "Well that's unhelpful."
"Tsk, as if I'd ask him about something like this."
"He's busy right now."
"I doubt he'd be too busy to see you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Briar lied, "Nothing. It's supposed to mean nothing."
"You shouldn't pay any mind to it," she said to Madeline, wondering if Madeline really couldn't figure things out.
So she could see through the veil, but she was blind when it came to this. How incredibly ironic.
Briar narrowed her eyes. Only Madeline would be this foolhardy.
Speaking of Madeline, she was looking through a couple of books before...
Bonk!
"Ow!" Madeline rubbed her head.
A book had fallen on her.
