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[hebeimmortalized]

She's . . . probably being really stupid right now. There's no one with her to curb her impulses. She's facing a life-changing moment and there's no one there to tell her Stop, no, this isn't right. She's keenly aware of her heart pumping in her chest, of the blood rushing through her veins. She stares, waiting for something to go wrong.

Waiting for something in her to change.

The library is quiet, and probably no place to be doing this, but she's not sure she dares to at home. Not with Jack and Poison on eggshells, not with Girl there to egg her on — or judge her loudly; she's not sure which she's more afraid of.

The pamphlet stares up at her where it rests on the table between her hands.

So you want to go to college, it says.

This is so stupid.

She looks around surreptitiously, like she's breaking some kind of law just by being here. She's just . . . she just wants a normal life.

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[thatsallthereis]

Gansey had seen this before.

Since beginning his job in the "library" (his job took place anywhere but; however, he was required to log some hours to make it look like he was doing what he was supposedly getting paid to do), many a furtive glance had been cast around the corner of the library entrance. It made sense. What else was there to do in Darrow but get inhabited by third party magic and go to school?

"That pamphlet is very cheesy," Gansey warned, leaning in conspiratorially. "You'd be better off asking questions of a willing party. I'll see if I can find one." His smile indicated that she'd already found him. "I'm Gansey." It was better to talk to this girl rather than sell her on Barton. Some people weren't fit for school: like Ronan. Like Blue. Gansey once had judgement for these types, but it had melted away, like so many other notions of his.