Sure.

I'm such a push-over sometimes. Well, I don't suppose it's a really big deal to tag along for awhile; I can always look up other books.

"Alex, if you're hungry, there's a vending machine at the end of the hallway," Rose tells me. I look down the vast passageway of marble and rock and just make out a tiny black rectangular shape that -might- be a vending machine. Suddenly I'm not so hungry anymore.

"Nah, it's okay."

I really wish I was in better shape. I get tired just walking the stairs to my room. Of course, taking that trek to the vending machine would do my health some good; then again, eating something out of that vending machine -wouldn't.- I think I'm making the better decision here.

The library is housed behind two huge doors, which are appropriate, I suppose, given the size of this collection-- one of the biggest of any university in the country. I look at the study list provided by Professor Crowley: "Demonology," "Sacrificial Rites of the Ethereal Plane..." "Blood Spells??" Of course this huge library would carry such ridiculous titles. It might be the -only- library that carries them! And not for any good reason, I'd imagine. As they say, bigger is better.

Rose eventually finds her titles on a shelf not in, but near the fiction section of the library, as if some prudent librarian knew the silly things would eventually be reclassified as the myths that they are.

"How convenient," I mutter to myself, although, not for me, actually. My morbid roommate can't help coming over to the nearby romance novels, where she shows me the latest page that catches her fancy.

"Look at this one, Alex!" she "whispers" loudly, "This one summons the demon Ethos, Lord of Trees! Trees!"

I glance blithely down at the old tome, its 278th page depicting the rites and incantations necessary to summon "He who presides over all Arboreal," as the book's rhetoric goes.

"I didn't know that trees were demonic," I reply, trying not to roll my eyes. Oops, I just did.

Rose doesn't notice or doesn't care. "Yah, isn't it cool?"

But the next time she comes around, she insists that there's something that -I'd- be interested in.

"Well this one's from another book," she explains, flipping to the pertinent passage. "Tu duo ne c'est por uor," she mutters, "A love spell."

I give her the same look I gave her an hour ago. She shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, seeing as you're in the romance section, I thought you might be interested," explains Rose, "And you haven't had a boyfriend, right?"

Way to hit bellow the belt, Rose! Of course, it's true. My parents would have freaked out if I ever had a boyfriend and they knew about it. But I saw romances on TV, and sometimes read novels I borrowed from what few friends I had back then. It seemed like a nice dream... But I'm sure not **** enough to find love out of an encyclopedia, let alone one about magick!

"No thanks, Rose," I decline politely.

"Well, we probably don't have all the ingredients for this spell anyway."

Oh, what a shame. And you know what else is a shame? That Rose doesn't have a spell to summon the -God of Wheelbarrows- to help us carry back the hundred pounds of books she just checked out!

"Hmm, I think that was around page 330 in the demon book," she says.