Olive jumped upon hearing his voice, and turned around and around in search of her best friend. She saw a hand peeking over a stack of books and was oddly disappointed to find that she didn’t really have to rescue him from a mountain of books. Sighing, she approached the hand, and knocked the stack of books off the table he was sitting at carelessly. She made herself comfortable by seating herself in the same spot the books had previously been and leaned forward, flicking Alfred in the middle of his forehead.
“You liar, you said you were trapped! I dropped my very exciting agenda for the day just to come and rescue you, you know.” She moved her attention to all the books around him, and picked one up with two fingers, as if it were toxic. She looked at it distastefully, then dropped it, turning her attention back to him.
“What are you doing reading, anyways?”
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