Now, believe me; I understand that the For Dummies series was not available in the late 1800's. I just couldn't resist putting it in here, though. Also, please take no offense if you like politics. I don't own Kuroshitsuji nor the For Dummies series.

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Arriving at the scratched, decaying doors of the school library, Grace, taking in a large breath of the sweet, inky air, gazed with an almost childish wonder at the vast, intimidating bookcases and, releasing that delightful puff of air, skipped the oh-so familiar path to the dusty literature section. Raking calloused, dull-cut fingertips over the thick spines of various classics, this is what she loved, reading such divine works of literature, and she did so with the enthusiasm of a kid savoring a stolen cookie. The only other work that could compare was medicine, because there was never a dull paragraph in a medicine book.

Sighing wistfully, she wished against fate that she could indulge her eyes in these beautiful books which had survived the maximum test of the generations. Glancing sadly at the ancient texts, she plodded towards the politics section of the dusty library. Her specified assignment forced her to familiarize her mind with such concepts that the politics section offered in various quantities. Searching boredly through the monotone spines, she just couldn't find the one book she so fervently required. Checking a second time, a third time, there was absolutely no sign of that chartreuse cover. Maybe, it had been misplaced. Examining the vicinity for the helpful, old librarian, she found that obnoxious yellow tome... in the hands another scholar...

Bloody hell.

Stalking towards the stranger, her conscience begged her to turn back, avoid any kind of confrontation, no matter how minuscule. Especially at times like these, she devotedly cursed her skittishness towards people.

'Why is the subject moving towards me? Did she recognize me?' The dark-haired reaper mentally inquired. There was absolutely no reason for the half-angel to advance towards him. Brows furrowing, he remembered.

Earlier, one of the hybrid's professors had mentioned something about some paper that the students were required to compose for class. William had just assumed that she was just a bibliophile to the nth degree which was, in a sense, a correct theory, judging from her behavior when running pale fingers over the backbones of those old books. He had simply followed her to the library and, when he arrived at the destination, snagged the nearest volume to conceal his features.

'What am I supposed to say? "Hey! Can I have that book you're reading, please?" Ugh. Why couldn't I think this through before walking up to some random stranger. I can't turn around now; he's already noticed me. Well, here goes nothing...'

Halting at the beaten oak wood table, an awkward noise wafted to his ears. Pale, fingers were twiddling incessantly, a nervous habit that she had acquired over the years. Expectantly peering up at the blushing female through thick lenses, he waited patiently for whatever random inquiry that came his way.

Unable to look the stranger in the eyes, "Would you mind if I-Wait.' stuttering at random intervals, she recognized who he was when he set down the yellow tome. "You're the guy who assisted me with the papers... Liam, wasn't it?" She reclined causally in the tough wood bench, while he corrected her. "William, William T. Spears." Her face changed into a morbid hue of magenta in true anime fashion. The hybrid faintly muttered a timid apology. She had scarcely payed any heed to what he was saying at the that time; other, more alluring things had captured her attention.

Like those damn glasses.

If one could refer to that as a weakness, then she would proudly admit that glasses were her weakness-

Abruptly breaking that train of thought, she focused her attention on the situation at hand. Acquiring that book was necessary for the sake of her paper.

"I..that book..um." She said, stammering sheepishly enough to put even the best shōjo manga authors to shame. 'That was quite the way to ask for something, Grace. Nice job.' Her own thoughts, seeping with enough sarcasm to kill a whale, mocked her.

"Oh, I had just picked this book up randomly. If you want, you can have it." Holding out the object in question, dark-haired shinigami found no suitable reason to lie. She was gazing at him as if he was some kind of guardian angel, meant to protect her.

"Thank you so much. I am so sorry about your name." She spoke heartfully, forest eyes sparkling with supreme embarrassment.

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When investigating her flat, the one of the notable finds was, along with famous pieces of literature and thick, dog-eared medicine textbooks, a large-almost obsessive really-collection of feminine manga.

The last part isn't incredible important to the plot. However, I just wanted to make sure that all the readers were aware of how much of a fangirl she truly is. To clarify something, she doesn't have a crush, per say, on William; she just acknowledges how handsome he is.