Macarona/Froze

Froze sat in a library, one in the morning, alongside her friend, with her textbook open as her eyes scrolled through the walls of text. Finals were nearing and she had to do her very best to pass. She knew it wasn't healthy to stay up so late, but her feelings of anxiety ate her up like Yosafire did with apple pies (well, not really in the sense of actually eating). It was already dark outside and a candle sitting on the table being the only source of light - she was beginning to feel extremely tired. Deciding to call it a night, the angel lets herself close the book and put it on top of an already existing pile of other books next to her.

As she turned to Macarona to shake her to wake up, a figure passed by her, in a quick flash it was almost impossible to notice, but enough to startle her. It moved from one bookshelf to another. Froze took a moment to register whether her mind just played a trick on her, or not.

She approached the big shelf and peered behind it, but didn't spot anyone or anything. She went back to her table to find Macarona quietly still resting her head on top of her arms. Froze called for her as quietly as possible, but it was enough to startle the brunette as her head shot up straight in panic, then their gazes met for a second and she calmed down.

"Froze..." mumbled her friend, "I'm sorry, I... fell asleep..."

"It's fine, but we should probably head back home now." Froze picked up some of the books, helping her put them back to the right shelves.

"Y-Yeah..." Macarona yawned, standing up as her chair moved backwards.

A figure moved by them in a shift again, in such quick motion it was nearly impossible to notice. The gush of wind they left behind them caused the candle on Macarona's table to go out, a wave of small smoke from the tip of it weaved into the air.

"D-D-Did you see that? Was that... a ghost?" Macarona's voice squeaked. She grabbed a hold of Froze's arm and held on to it tightly. Due to being tired, the other angel didn't react to it much.

"A ghost surely wouldn't roam around the library... I don't think..." she replied.

They heard a series of footsteps go by and some shuffling, pages flipping, and murmuring. Froze kept on a brave face, despite being just as scared, wondering just who else could be in here with them. Macarona stood in place for a second - before realizing she didn't want to be left behind, so she followed close behind.

They walked by and into sections of books and shelves, but couldn't find anything, except hearing an occasional weird hum. It didn't help that the rooms were all dark, with the amount of electric lanterns there were to light their path.

A familiar voice startled them, and Macarona shrieked, looking like she was about to faint, but Froze held her in place.

"Kids? What are you still doing here?"

"Mr. Lowrie?" Froze exclaimed in mild surprise, "I could ask you the same."

"Ah, well, it's a little awkward..." he chuckled nervously, obviously trying to hide the title of the book he was holding, but the girls could make out something with 'kill' and 'cows'.

He chose not to talk about his reasons, "I was just looking for something," and instead tried to persuade them into leaving, "You kids should head home too, it's not good to stay up so late."

"Yeah... of course." the girls both watched as he left their line of sight, just like that.

Macarona grabbed a hold of Froze's hand again, "L-Let's g-go... don't wanna meet anymore ghosts."

Froze couldn't agree more nonetheless, not even bothering to correct her.