⤷ ❛ ❅ the archives

It had been a quiet day of some classes, but nothing the youngling couldn't handle. She hadn't been to school for over 50 years, but it was mostly reading and writing papers and projects at this point in the semester...and not that she cared so much in the longitude of how her grades would effect her life (they wouldn't). But she brought herself into the archives room, a very quite part of campus. There was already too much silence in Jennie's life, but at least she could be surrounded by literature as she worked.

The vampire with white-died front of her hair located a rather large chair, with a couple of empty chairs around it. She didn't expect anyone to sit down with her, so she didn't mind that the object wasn't isolated. She pulled her dress under her legs properly as she sat, her books swaddled in the other arm to then be placed on her lap. She took the mechanical pencil from the metal spine of a notebook at the bottom of the book pile, flipping it between her fingers as she opened up the book on top, recalling the pages her teacher has asked a reflection to be written on, turning there. The pages of her book being turned were about the only noise in the room.