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Ondrea had secreted herself to a far corner of the library the moment classes let out for the day. It could have been dinner time, already, for all she knew. Not that she had any appetite, anyway - far too many nerves.

She was further concealed from casual discovery by a stack of books she was referencing for various essays, along with a few she thought she might read just because.

"Why does History have to be so boring?" she murmured aloud, rubbing at her forehead. Ondrea could nearly swear that her brain was going numb. History had difficulty holding her focus at the best of times; at the moment, her thoughts were too scattered to absorb the drab details interspersed between too-brief moments of interest and action. Putting History aside for the moment, she reached for another book from the top of her small tower of texts.