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Dalhousie University, as agreed. =)
Let me show you the wonders of life
The library was empty and relatively dark, despite the sunshine pouring in the eastern windows. It was a slightly depressing atmosphere, but it was quiet, and it was what the femme was after. While she only owned three books of her own, the library in Halifax was the perfect place to peruse for further knowledge, something Hanna constantly strived to do, no matter what form the learning took. She stepped further into the vast area, her eyes wide, then made a large circle. Where to begin?
Her eyes settled on the historical section, and, wondering just what a historical book pertained to, she stepped toward it and withdrew a tome from the shelf. This particular one dealt with early American history, circa 1776. The first page she flipped to showed a picture of a weathered parchment with fancy scrawled writing on its top. Her eyes moved to the adjoining page and realized that the text on the parchment was also printed. She whispered the first part of the Declaration of Independence, rolling the words over her tongue.
"When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."
She frowned at the page, then snapped the book closed and tucked it under her arm and moved over to one of the long tables, selecting a chair with a bright sunbeam bathing it and opened the book again, beginning to decipher just exactly what the words before her were saying.
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University walls were littered with different posters, some promoting activities, while others were aimed to raise awareness. Honoré would stop in front of every single sign and read it thoroughly, feigning interest in whatever was being advertised. He was good at inventing different scenarios and pretending to be someone else. For example, today he was a college student on a quest to achieve his dreams and ambitions. He didn’t quite know what said ambitions were as of yet, but it would come to him in due time. Such an insignificant detail wouldn’t stop him from playing his role. He’d spent a good part of his afternoon searching for an auditorium of some sort, where he could find costumes to make him look the part. Unfortunately, the building was gigantic and poor Honoré had practically no sense of orientation.
He’d given up shortly thereafter, getting sidetracked by a large room at the end of what seemed to be an endless hallway. His footsteps echoed off the walls as he got closer to the large wooden door. Right on it was a faux golden plaque, where the words “Killam Library” were engraved in ancient cursive. Honoré stood there for a good moment, admiring his silhouette reflected by the golden sign. The Québécois found great amusement in bobbing his head back and forth, examining how his head’s reflection became bigger and smaller depending on his movements. Every once in a while, he’d turn and peer over his shoulder; just to make sure no one else was around. He’d been engaged in a series of comical grimaces when another’s voice reached his ears.
He froze mid-grimace, receivers standing alert. Whoever it was, she was somewhere in the library. Pressing one of his ears to the wooden door, Honoré held his breath and listened quietly. The sound was muffled by the obstacle against which he was leaning, but he could catch bits and pieces of what was being said. Station… of nature’s God …respects the opinions of… separation. What? Spying definitely wasn’t fun when it didn’t involve gossip of some sort. Gently pushing the door open, the alabaster male tentatively peeked inside the room where he laid eyes upon a black-haired lady. He merely stood there, curiously observing the way she examined the book before her until the door provided a sudden creak. Oops.
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Urgh, my apologies. 
Let me show you the wonders of life
Hanna's ears flattened in irritation. Why on earth did this document have to be so full of odd terms? It seemed to be explaining some point, and probably an important one, given the fact that the text of said point had been immortalized in print, but what the words were saying in their roundabout way failed to make itself known to the woman. Still, she continued on where she'd left off, reading the next piece of the Declaration softly.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." Hey, this made a little more sense!
But the creak of the door distracted Hanna. First her ears swiveled, then her complete attention turned from her careful perusal of the book. Standing in the doorway was another wolf, who'd apparently arrived just moments ago, though there was a chance he'd been there all along and she hadn't detected him.
Of course, that meant he'd heard her reading. Oops. Oh, well, perhaps he wouldn't think her too weird for sitting in a dusty library reading antiquated human texts. But wait, he was here, too; perhaps he was looking for books, too? Jeez, for all she had dark fur, Hanna could be such a blonde.
Finally schooling her face into a smile instead of blankness, Hanna gave a somewhat feeble wave. "Hi. I'm Hanna." Jeez. Lame.
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Honoré had undeniable talent when it came to getting noticed. In this particular case, it had even been unintentional! Now that he was faced with a dark woman’s questioning gaze, he could no longer retreat. It briefly crossed his mind to just kick the door. Damn thing had blown his cover. But he didn’t. No, instead of abusing a lifeless piece of wood (no matter how tempting it was); the alabaster male took advantage of the situation. Costumes or not, he would continue his little game. For this to work, a few changes were needed. First off, roles had to be altered. No longer was he a striving student, but a sophisticated professor!
Granted, he understood next to nothing of the fancy mumbo jumbo she’d been reading. That, however, could easily be rectified. He was a Frenchman, was he not? It was only normal for him to struggle with a second language. If anything, the fact that he knew not one, but two languages made him brilliant. Just as smart, if not smarter, than a well-educated professor. Honoré’s logic was infallible. Generally, as was the case this time, he often ended up believing whatever fantasies he’d concocted. Confidence swept over him, and his posture changed ever so slightly.
As he made his way to the occupied table, his eyes of bronze took the whole room into consideration. He couldn’t greet her from all the way over there, they were in a library! Professors needed to set the right example. The Québécois plopped down nonchalantly at his student’s side (because that’s what she was to him, a student) and leaned in ever so slightly, feigning interest in the book she’d been reading. A nod was provided, as if he understood everything described in the few passages recited. And finally, he spoke. “Need be careful. Need keep voices down, or other people get mad.” he warned, pointing to the (imaginary) people sitting at a nearby table.
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