West didn't want to do any more homework. He didn't want to leave his room and he didn't want to talk to anyone unless it was his Jackdamned ghoulfriend or maybe Medea, but only if he was guaranteed a chance to wring her scheming equine neck at some point.
It was really too bad the whole 'hiding in his room' thing wasn't that great of a tactic. He had done it quite a few times before, and in all cases it was only when he had ventured back outside that things had started looking up again. This... TG kid's email was a perfectly good excuse to do just that and he supposed he shouldn't put it off any longer than he had to. West sighed.
Even if he
was going out, he sure as hell wasn't letting anyone see his new and completely unwanted pony party stamp, especially since it was kind of bloody and shredded at the moment. West carefully wrapped the inside of his elbow in gauze, then threw on a long sleeved shirt and jacket, even though today was on the warmer side.
By the time he arrived at the library, West was five minutes last and slightly less grumpy than he had been. No one had looked at him askance or even glanced at him at all. Now his only problem was finding the student he was looking for. He knew Malodore had been the one to end up with his bag, but he hadn't seen who had put it on the plague doctor's desk in the first place. Now who looked familiar...
