Chapter 2
Rosalie was curled up on a chair in front of the fire – a warm mug of tea in her hands. "What made you come to the institute Mr Herondale?" She asked Will, who was sat in another arm chair.
"Call me Will" He said, "Everyone else does"
"Then you may call me Rose"
"Rose," He said "I came to the institute, the same reason everyone else does"
"For help?"
"I guess you could say that,"
"It's a beautiful library"
"I like to think that all Libraries are beautiful,"
"Why is that?"
"Because they are full of books, which are full of tales and mysteries"
"I wouldn't know, I can't read very well – or write for that matter. I was forced to stop learning at the age of five."
"I'm sure you'll get a tutor now that you're here"
"I don't want a stranger teaching me"
"Then ask your brother for help?"
"No, no I can't do that – it'd make him feel bad leaving me, and I don't want that. Mr Heron- Will, would you teach me? Please?"
"Why would I do that? "He asked, his eyes intently watching her.
Rose swallowed "Because you love books? And challenges?"
"They are not the reasons to why I will be teaching you" He said quietly to her.
"Then what are the reasons?"
"That is something you will soon find out I'm sure" Will paused "What else can't you do then?"
"A lot. Read, write, ride horses, fight – I don't even know any runes"
"You're in for a lot of hard work Rosie"
Only Jem has ever called her Rosie before…"Thank you sir, so much for doing this."
William shrugged, and took a sip of his drink…
Sorry it's so short X