"EXCUUUSEEE MEEEEE!!!"
A fairy zoomed by.
"..."
"Isn't that Mrs. Bell Winker?"
The two looked at each other.
"What's going on here?"
The library was a buzz of activities.
All sorts of creatures roamed the halls.
"Excuse me sir...?"
They were suddenly shoved away.
"Sorry boys."
The creature turned to the librarian.
"Where did you get these ones from?"
Grant whispered to his friend.
"We might as well see for ourselves what the hype's about."
"It's so much better than before..."
Voices filled the air.
"...and what's this?"
"..."
"...by V?"
"Hey, Gerena, who's this V?"
This was the question on everyone's minds.
He was in high spirits.
"A miracle maker."
"You might actually nail it this time."
"Maybe..."
The librarian turned to look at the dusty trophies.
"...but it's been a while."
"Five years down and still nothing to show."
Yelenith threw her arm over his shoulder.
"This V guy...?"
She stared at the back of the book.
"...Definitely your Golden Goose."
"They got it right..."
"..."
"...down to the forgotten languages."
"Yeah, I saw."
He said nonchalantly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Mister..."
"...you might want to come see this."
A whole section on Magic was gone.
"This cannot be happening."
The door flew open.
"What now?"
"..."
"Someone..."
Park's legs buckled under the weight of the books. Students rushed over to him. Not to help him up, but to pick the books that fell.
Within no time, they were gone.
Back in their seats ready to gobble whatever new knowledge the books held.
"...help?"
"Here."
The librarian stretched out his hand.
Park grabbed it.
"Thanks."
Park rose to his feet.
"I KNEW IT!"
A student was slightly afloat before they crashed hard on the floor.
Everyone marveled at the sight before them.
A hand shot up and held the table.
"Still got some kinks to work..."
"Where is it?"
He looked at his friend who was sandwiched between the bookshelves.
"He was too strong."
The student popped out and fell on the floor.
"Everyone's gone nuts over..."
"V ROCKSSS!!"
"..."
"Good thing the study rooms are sound-proofed..."
-Boom.
"But not indestructible."
Gerena coughed as he waved away the smoke.
Two students covered in soot high-fived each other...
"MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!"
...and another burst through the ceiling doing a thumbs up.
"One test lab down."
The door flew open in the next room.
"Okay, two."
Two more blasts sounded.
"Now four."
The three were now keenly eyeing the last room.
"Please no..."
Gerena opened the last door.
"...so, it says one more drop..."
"WAIT...!"
"Huh?"
He was too late.
The drop fell into the purple liquid.
There was no reaction.
The three heaved a sigh of relief.
"Maybe you should put the whole bottle."
"NOOO!!"
-bang.
"..."
Smoke cleared from the room.
"Five."
Gerena coughed out black smoke.
The other two followed suit.
"I'll just have to file for repairs."
The librarian rumbled on not even noticing all the onlookers below.
"Ow."
He bumped into a chandelier.
"..."
"Why is it so quiet?"
"Park?"
"Sis?"
"..."
"Yes?"
"Why do you guys sound so far?"
"Coooollll..."
A head popped from the last room.
"See?"
"It worked wonders."
"I'm floating again."
"And why does my cheeks feel itchy?"
"Noo Stop...!"
Her brother reached for the itch...
"What's this?"
"..."
...but found something else instead.
"A... Are these feathers?"
Gerena was trying to float lower...
...when he heard a flap.
The books shook.
"What's going on?"
He mumbled to himself.
The librarian struggled but the flaps resisted his attempts fervently.
"Thats not something you usually see."
Madam Velena stood at the door.
"I almost thought I was still drunk."
"COOL WINGS!!"
"What's she talking about?"
"..."
"Guys?"
"..."
"Park?"
"..."
"Elena?"
"..."
"Elena?"
"..."
"Elenaaa!!"
Park hit her rib.
"Wings!"
"..."
"Really huge wings."
"Wings?"
Broad white plumage spread from both cheeks. They kept him afloat.
He just wanted to be done with them.
He was calm with it.
"Please get rid of them."
"Easy."
"Don't get all your feathers ruffled up."
She looked at the audience with a grin.
Someone coughed.
"Tough crowd."
She went back into her bag searching for something.
"Now where did I keep it?"
"Any moment now."
"Just a minute..."
"...found you."
Velena pulled out a red sparkling potion. Small shiny clumps of light smashed against the glassy wall.
"That's not good."
They rapidly increased in motion. Cracks began to show.
"Yelenith now."
The cracks glowed...
...then the glass shattered.
"NOW BEFORE THE POTION HITS THE FLOOR!!!"
Yelenith jumped into action.
She stretched her hand outwards.
A wave of water formed.
The potion fell into the water before it hit the floor.
"Now what?"
The red potion was beginning to spread.
"I DON'T KNOW SMACK IT INTO HIM BEFORE IT DISSOLVES!!"
"Sorry."
With a grunt she directed the wave towards her brother.
Her brother stood still as the waves crashed onto him.
Immediately the wave hit, the wings blew up into a cloud of feathers.
Gerena caught himself mid-fall, floated a few meters down then let go.
He struck the floor with a thud.
His clothes were dripping wet, his cheeks back to normal.
"A Pluma potion..."
Velena picked up a feather closely inspecting it.
"...and a very potent one at that."
The feather shone in the light.
"Who did this?"
All eyes fell on the last door.
Feathers burst forth.
"..."
"There's your answer."
Velena sighed.
"How many?"
Park spoke up.
"Two."
"Lucky bastards."
She pulled out two more sparking potions.
"Not these too..."
She innocently turned to Yelenith.
"A little help?"
The glass cracked.
"..."
"Hah..."
...
It was now in the evening.
The library was dry, and the feathers gone.
"This book is gold I tell you."
"Better than what those kids..."
Velena became aware.
"...Yeah, this is a real solid catch."
"So, it was actually written by kids."
"Just imagine how much this could sell for?"
She mumbled.
"This is..."
The librarian snatched the book from her grasp.
"...not for sale."
"Come on don't be like that..."
"...I saved youuu."
Gerena didn't give in.
"Do you know what could have happened if I didn't?"
"Thank you for saving me really."
"Well, you don't sound like it."
"But. No. Selling."
"See?"
"Sorry."
"You guys are no fun."
She pulled out a pink potion and popped the cork off.
"..."
"Losers."
She disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"She won't do anything funny, will she?"
"..."
"Probably not."
"But she's friends with that wacko..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"I hope."