Bryan Duffy
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- Messages
- 42
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- (11/2044) 13
Every library had a corner that was slightly warmer and slightly cosier than the rest. Bryan knew this, because he had spent a considerable amount of time in a considerable number of libraries, and he was of the opinion that if you were going to be sitting on any floor for three hours with a hardback book balanced on your knee, you might as well make it your principal purpose to find the warmest, cosiest corner in which to do it.
In this particular library in the centre of Marlborough, quite by serendipity, the cosiest corner had been consecrated to computer science and engineering. There Bryan sat now, directly above an underfloor heating pipe, sheltered by books about aerial robotics and artificial intelligence. It was all a bit beyond a boy of eleven, but he'd read all three books about robots in the kids' section already, and he couldn't find anything of an intermediate level. After labouring for a while over Mechanics and Control he stood up and replaced it on the shelf. Something with a few more pictures, perhaps...
Aha! Modern Robotics sounded promising. It was also a long way out of his reach. Byran tried jumping, and flinging his hand uselessly against the spine, and then finally (when he was sure no adults were looking) using the lowest shelf as a step-up, but all he managed to gain for his efforts was a sharp pain under his ribs. He raised his hands to gesture exasperatedly - and looked down in surprise as a heavy weight suddenly filled them.
Clutched in his fingers was the very book he had been stretching for, except he knew he hadn't pulled it down off the shelf himself. A funny feeling rippled through his stomach, as it always did when peculiar things happened to him. Then, as quickly as the the feeling had come, it turned into prickly horror. He spun around and connected eyes with a girl standing near the end of the shelf. Oh, no. How much had she seen? Surely, even if she'd noticed the book teleport into his hands, she'd assume her eyes were deceiving her. But what if she didn't? What if she asked questions?
Hugging Modern Robotics to his chest, Bryan ducked his head and pretended to be very, very interested in the books on the lowest shelf.
In this particular library in the centre of Marlborough, quite by serendipity, the cosiest corner had been consecrated to computer science and engineering. There Bryan sat now, directly above an underfloor heating pipe, sheltered by books about aerial robotics and artificial intelligence. It was all a bit beyond a boy of eleven, but he'd read all three books about robots in the kids' section already, and he couldn't find anything of an intermediate level. After labouring for a while over Mechanics and Control he stood up and replaced it on the shelf. Something with a few more pictures, perhaps...
Aha! Modern Robotics sounded promising. It was also a long way out of his reach. Byran tried jumping, and flinging his hand uselessly against the spine, and then finally (when he was sure no adults were looking) using the lowest shelf as a step-up, but all he managed to gain for his efforts was a sharp pain under his ribs. He raised his hands to gesture exasperatedly - and looked down in surprise as a heavy weight suddenly filled them.
Clutched in his fingers was the very book he had been stretching for, except he knew he hadn't pulled it down off the shelf himself. A funny feeling rippled through his stomach, as it always did when peculiar things happened to him. Then, as quickly as the the feeling had come, it turned into prickly horror. He spun around and connected eyes with a girl standing near the end of the shelf. Oh, no. How much had she seen? Surely, even if she'd noticed the book teleport into his hands, she'd assume her eyes were deceiving her. But what if she didn't? What if she asked questions?
Hugging Modern Robotics to his chest, Bryan ducked his head and pretended to be very, very interested in the books on the lowest shelf.