"Move your head President I can't see," Henry says, nudging at me.
"How many times do I need to tell you to shush?!" I very quietly shout at Henry as I try to get a good look at the unsuspecting Ricken.
His nose buried deep into the book, Ricken didn't have the slightest clue that Olivia was right behind him, that is until she tapped his shoulder. "Uh-Umm, Ricken."
"Hm?" Ricken muttered before turning his head, realizing just how close he was to his crush, his eyes widening, his face becoming crimson as he very swiftly shifts his face back to his book, "O-O-Olivia, what are you doing here?!" Ricken very clearly struggled to get those words out of him, he was practically shaking. I had to cuff my hand over Henry's mouth to keep him from loudly snickering, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having trouble containing my laughter.
"I-I just came to return a book, and I saw you in here, mind if I ask what you're reading?" Olivia asked.
"Why is she stuttering too?" Henry asked.
"Not sure, maybe she really is the shy type," I suggest.
"Can't say I agree, she seems to be comfortable around ole Ricken," Henry whispers back to me as Olivia takes a seat beside Ricken.
"Oh this, this is just the book our book club is reading, I'm finishing it before the next meeting at the end of the week," Ricken explained.
"You didn't tell me there was a book club at this school, what else have you all read?" Olivia asked.
I simply smiled and backed away, pulling Henry with me, "I think our work here is done."
"Ricken did seem to be handling the situation well on his own, you sure I shouldn't jump in and support him?" If it was anyone else asking this question I'd be surprised.
"I think he can do this without our help from this point on, I think it is best we leave them be," I say.
"Doesn't mean we can't watch them more right? Just to make sure things go well?" Henry asked.
"Yeah I think its best we leave," I muttered.
Henry just shrugged, "You're the boss Mister President."
As the two of us left the library, I reluctantly let out a rather painful cough into my hands, "You alright there Robin? You aren't dying on me are yuh?" Henry asks.
"I'm fine, just a bit under the weather, everyone is so worried over a little cough, you go on in the cafeteria I'm gonna wash my hands," I explain.
"Okie dokie," Henry says as he goes to get food while I go to the restroom to wash my hands. Once I clean up and exit the restroom, I received a rather unexpected greeting. Before I could enter the cafeteria, a familiar figure appears before me, "Robin! How are you on this beautiful day?"
"Th-Tharja?!"
"Well of course, who else could it be you silly man?" Tharja went from hardly even acknowledging me since she crept up on me, to now being overly nice and friendly with me. She went from being the gorgeous somewhat frightening demonic girl to the prissy nice girl act, she even tied up her hair differently, and this was somehow creepier.
"Tharja is something wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
"Of course not, I'm as chipper as ever, are you concerned for my welfare good sir?"
"I guess you can say that."
"You are? How sweet you really do care!"
"However that doesn't actually answer my question."
"Oh never mind that now sweetie, now close your eyes and open wide," Tharja said, lifting up a lunchbox she had been holding.
"Look I really don't think tha-MMPH!" Before I could continue I was assaulted with a surprise attack by a slice of pie. While I initially was planning to snap on her for forcing a slice of pie down my throat, I continued to chew only to have my taste buds bombarded with some incredible flavor, arguably the best desert I've had in quite some time. "W-Wow, that's, pretty tasty I must admit."
"I knew you'd love it Robin, I simply must have read the recipe over a hundred times," She explained.
"A-A hundred times, is that necessary?" I'd expect hyperbole with something like rereading a recipe for pie, but given how Tharja acts, I'm not sure I'd be surprised if she read it that many times.
"Oh yes it is sweetie, a normal girl must be able to bake tasty treats for the one she adores, that's what it says in the book afterall," She said.
"Book? What book?" I ask. Tharja then pulls out this big textbook from her bag.
"You see, after you told me you would have preferred me to be more normal, I got this book that taught me everything I need to be more normal just for you, I've been reading it nonstop ever since I found it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. First off I was surprised such a book would even exist in this day and age, this explains what I've seen her reading all this time. Second, why would she do this all because I asked, if I knew she'd go this crazy I never would have said anything. "Tharja, when I said I preferred someone more normal, this isn't exactly what I meant."
"It's not?" The true Tharja began to show with that one utterance.
"Besides, you shouldn't have listened to me anyway."
"You mean this isn't what you like?"
"Honestly I preferred how you were before, but that's beside the point, the last thing I want is to try to change you, nor should you change yourself if I want you too," I explain.
"Hm, it seems I made an error, but you didn't seem too thrilled about me before," Tharja said, making me feel worse about what I said.
"Tharja, I'm sorry for saying what I said, but if you ask me, I think you should just be yourself," I recommend.
"Goodness, I spent so much time learning from this book, I'm not quite sure I can forget everything," Tharja muttered, removing what was holding her hair up, letting it hang like it usually did.
"Well that's a start I think, you look prettier with your hair down like that."
Tharja suddenly got that hypnotic gaze back on her face, and that sinister smile she had when we first were face to face, "You think so Robin?"
"Y-Yes?" I mutter, at least I know this is her being herself, although I still can't fathom why I am the one chosen for her affection with so many worthy candidates around here.
"Take this," Tharja said, handing me the lunchbox with the pie in it, "Best not letting the efforts of my normalcy go to waste, after all I did make it with love, see you real soon Robin," She said before walking off.
I released a long sigh, I was unsure whether to be relieved or frightened. "Goodness, what am I gonna do with that girl."
*Noire's POV*
"Girls I'm tired, and you two have school tomorrow, we can pick this up another time," Father says, clearly trying to get Morgan and I out of here.
"C'mon Dad there's still so much we don't know!" A persistent Morgan continues to pester him.
"Which is why I'll continue the story some other time, besides both of you need to go get some sleep," Father said, pretty adamant about calling it a night.
"Fine, fine, we're going," Morgan finally gave up.
"Goodnight Dad," I say as the two of us exit his room.
"Well what are we gonna do now Noire?" Morgan asks.
"You heard him, we'll just ask him to continue tomorrow," I say.
"But my curiosity levels are through the roof, I need to know happens next now," Morgan grew silent, only to get a big grin on her face.
"Something tells me you have an idea," I say.
"Mom is still awake right?"
