claire and herbert

Who: Herbert and Claire
Where: School!
When: Statistics class, after lunch

The trend of being on time or even early for class was continuing; Herbert wasn't complaining. Though once he reached statistics, he was starting to think maybe he should. This was by far his worst class, and the one class he hadn't managed to get something done for over the weekend. After Geo and Sammy Saturday, and then Olivia finally coming home Sunday, trying to figure out statistics had just been beyond his poor brain's capability. Most of his other classes he's managed something decent to turn in, but not this one.

So he had to sit there, guilty-feeling and wondering just how badly it would hurt his already-not-too-high grade to have not done a single problem, for ten minutes until the bell rang. He really needed a distraction.

Who: Claire and Herbert
Where: The Library
When: Early Afternoon

After finding Nevermore had been closed down for the day, Claire had debated returning home before her wandering took her to the library. Most of the people staffed inside knew her by name, given she had spent much of her free time over the past few years confined within it's walls. Unfortunately they didn't have any books on vampires - reliable ones anyway. Vampire erotica and chick-lit did not count. Making her way up to the second floor, she was mildly depressed to see how empty it was. It wasn't surprising, what with the town being thrown into chaos just about every evening - but she missed the sense of normalcy it once had. She missed seeing familiar faces, and hell, she actually missed going to school. She was sure a lot of students were thankful for the day off, but Claire was one of the rare few who hated holiday break, snow days and summer vacation. She preferred spending her time away from home unless her father was working overtime. Claire moved through the stacks, fingers brushing along the books for something to read. Anything. She didn't even care at this point. Just something to take her mind off of what was happening all around her. It was the movement a few rows over that caught her attention and she bent down just enough to look through the tops of the books into the other aisle. She could see someone moving, but try as she might, pushing up on her toes now, she couldn't catch a glimpse of his face.

So the living will come out in the daylight, she mused, falling back on her heels. Curious now, she walked in the opposite direction than the other person, down her aisle until she casually wandered toward them, pretending to still be searching for something. It was a sad day, when she had to spend her free time stalking some poor innocent schmuck in the library. A sad, sad day.