Bertram!
Anneliese heaved a deep sigh, letting the book she had been attempting to read fall down onto the table. This was just--- why was Bertram still sitting here? She had yet to figure out why he was sitting across from her at the same table, even after a few minutes of obvious silence. Well, at least he hadn't done anything...yet. But no boy, let alone one the likes of Bertram Aubrey simply sat at a table in the library to read. Or do nothing. Even Will, when he had been in school, had never been mild-mannered enough to simply read. Well. Maybe that was a bit different, because they had been dating during that time, but.

She sat back in her chair, face giving a twitch of misunderstanding. He must really be reading. Or pretending to read. Either way, he was doing a very good job of convincing her of what he wasn't, or was, doing. Alright, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Are you really reading that?" Anneliese asked, leaning forward in her chair to prop her elbows on the table. Why was she even talking to him? Ugh, no, she knew that reason; because he was interesting.