 Fluttery Pegasi
One by one.
One by one. Every trunk emptied without thought. Every nightstand overturned without concern. Every bed torn apart without care. No book. Not in first year's dorm. Or second year's, or third, or fourth, or fifth, or sixth. Not even in seventh year dorm. No book. Just mess. Hadley had to find the book. It was her only purpose.
She had tried the boy's dorms first, but never made it that far. The stairs threw her off 20 times before she thought of trying elsewhere. She hadn't even registered the pain or massive bruise on her side.
With no luck, Hadley turned and shuffled blankly down the stairs.
Library.
Library had books.
Library had book.
Hadley go. Find. Take.
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