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Chapter 7

Levy hadn't wanted to leave the guy for some reason and even as she marched up the stairs of the mansion, her thought were brought back to him, it annoyed her to say at the very least. She was in the middle of a risky heist and she was thinking of a guy she had danced with for about five minutes, and talked to for about one minute. What was wrong with her? And here she was yet again thinking about him even if it was to stop thinking about him. Argh. Why was it at inconvenient time like now why not later?

She had to pretend she was sick to a guard which wasn't very hard considering she had a mask on, but she had also been distracted by thinking of the guy, Gajeel. So that had made it harder but not by much. After he had tried flirting with her (and obviously failing), he pointed her the direction of the bathrooms which were in the same part of the house as the book she needed. The guard had some wine in his hands, and by the slur he had when he talked, he was drunk. So luck worked for her on this part of this job, now whether it would continue to work for her, she couldn't say.

Gajeel somehow made it back into her mind and thoughts when she wondered who he was. She had gone to several other events (to keep her cover) and he had never been there, and so many nobles had gone to meet him too. They only did that when there was someone of very high class, higher than them, but he hadn't seemed like one. He hadn't wanted to stay with the nobles and had even lied to make Mrs. Evangeline go away. Most of the higher class nobles she had met had flaunted their wealth, he hadn't even talked about wealth. Nobles would stay in the middle of attention for as long as they had it and try and keep it that way, he had tried to escape the nobles, not be at the center of attention.

Levy almost screamed in frustration but she caught herself in time. This was why she shouldn't be thinking of him, he distracted her from her job. Which reminded her, if she was right she had to take a left here to reach the book which was in a cabinet that was secured with a simple lock. Even though the guards sent out warnings, most nobles ignored them and never took the necessary precautions against thieves like her. Which was great for her, not so great for the nobles but that wasn't her problem was it? No, it wasn't, she thought to herself, with a smirk on her face.

She took the left she had to take and then saw a door to her right. She smiled and put on her gloves that looked pristine and new even though they weren't. As she started at them her smile turned from victorious to fond as she remembered her first few robberies with them on. She remembered the adrenaline that had rushed through her veins as she had held the book in her hands, the adrenaline that was now like second nature to her. She made sure that her gloves were on right, snug and secure.

She heard the click of the door before she saw the person open the door. Levy's instincts quickly came over her, as she mentally froze in her brain, and hid her behind a small table that had a mirror above it. It was probably there that way nobles could come over, put their makeup on the small table, and have the mirror to make sure that it hadn't smudged over the time they had been to the ball or party. Because the hallway was dark from the lack of light, she couldn't tell the gender or any recognizing features. She also didn't notice the blood on the person's hand or the way they were smiling, if she had she would've peed in her dress. But she didn't, all she felt was her heart beating two times faster than normal and her hands that were sweating underneath the gloves.

The person left without noticing her crouching underneath a table, or at least she told herself that the person didn't notice her because they hadn't run to get a guard. Once it had been five minutes, and she had calmed down, she stood up and stretched. Levy then walked up to the unlocked door and walked in, it was darker in here then it was in the hallway but her eyes adjusted quickly to where she could see the cabinet that had the lock on it. She walked up to it and then bent down to examine the lock, once she knew what lock pick to use, Levy reached underneath her skirts and clutched her set of lockpicks. She selected the one that she needed and took the lock with her left hand to hold it steady. Then with her right hand that held the lock pick she needed, Levy carefully inserted the lock pick in the crack of where a key was supposed to go. She then wiggled the pick until she heard a small click. Yes! She shouted in her mind. She pulled on the lock and it opened.

Levy grabbed the book, Rules for stealing stars, and then slowly closed the cabinet. She made sure that the lock was closed before she left that way she would have more time to escape before they figured that someone had stolen it. She scanned the room quickly to make sure nothing was out of place and then feeling satisfied, closed the door with a small click that could barely be heard over her heartbeat that was beating louder by the minute of the fear of getting caught. Even though she had hid the book underneath her skirts with her lockpick set, Levy felt as though anyone could see it.

She walked calmly down the hallway turning right because her perspective had changed and saw the drunk guard who was leaning against the wall before he saw her. She remembered in time that she had said she was feeling faint so she was wanting to go to the restroom, so she made sure she had less of a bounce to her steps to make her seem as if she was still feeling sick. When the guard saw Levy and turned around fully to face her no longer leaning against the wall, however with this small amount of movement Levy could tell that he was drunker than the last time she saw him. His poise was no longer slightly slouched but fully slouched and he slowly raised his hand as if to wave at her but halfway through the movement he stumbled and tried to clutch the wall for support. Tried because he misjudged the distance and ended up falling to the ground laughing in embarrassment and confusion.

Levy walked around him radiating disapproval at the poor guard who was still on the ground. She walked down the stairs and glanced at the people unconsciously looking for Gajeel. When she spotted him he was alone sipping at a glass of wine, she couldn't help but allow a small smile to appear on her face as she watched him. It looked as though he was sulking for something and was scowling so hard nobles were avoiding like the plague, which made Levy wonder if he was purposely scowling. But she didn't know him enough to tell the difference. She started walking towards him to ask him, the weight of the book she had just stolen forgotten.

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