Sybill waited patiently in the corner of the library for Peter. It was getting late, but she promised him she would meet him here. She sighed, tucking her legs up to her chin and watched as a little green beetle tottered along the windowsill. She sighed gently and began to tug at the blond hair that had fallen in front of her face. The library was warm, and she relaxed against a book case, her head falling back onto one of the shelves. She looked up at the ceiling. I never noticed that it was that tall before, she thought as she traced the beams in her mind.