...wow, Ron is the WORST tagger in the WORLD. EVER.
Her eyes widened when she took into account the very large book, wishing she could remember Tomas's argument a little more clearly.
"Well," Wendy said brightly, looking up at the librarian--she assumed he was the librarian, since he very helpfully knew where everything was, and he did emerge from the information desk-- with a smile. She took the large tome with a slightly misgiving look and turned her attention back to the man in front of her.
And when she turned to look at this somewhat nervous looking man in front of her, there was some chord that struck in her memory. She didn't know why, but Wendy thought it might have been that he looked familiar. Except, that if he looked familiar, it was most likely because he was familiar, and if he was familiar, she knew him. And if she knew him, she didn't know his name, and if she didn't know his name--was he familiar?
Oh, her head hurt just trying to process that convoluted train of thought.
But since Wendy wasn't the type to really beat around the bush or stare at him for five minutes before waiting for something to click (well, that is a lie, she would do the latter), she thought it would be simpler to tell him of her suspicions. "I'm sorry, you look incredibly familiar. Do I know you from--" She mentally slapped herself. Well, it would help if he knew who she was.
"Well, it would be helpful if you knew my name! I'm Wend--" Except at this point, she'd stuck out her hand for a handshake, and she needed two hands to hold the book and remain upright. Taking into account basic physics, however, when someone very small holds something very large, and there is a shift in balance (as in… there isn't any), well…
The floor was suddenly seeming to tilt at the most peculiar angle!
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