AN: Yes, an actual quick update! Alright, I admit it. I had most of this pre-written, I just added more detail before posting. I can tell some of you guys liked the first one! Just track the tag #learning in ghostly ways. I'm the only one to post in that tag, so you should be able to tell when I update!
Disclaimer: No matter how much we wis-… want it to be true, we do not own Danny Phantom.
Recap: After Jazz interrupted Danny when he was watching a movie, he took some advice from someone, and went into the GZ to apologize to the Ghost Writer, but not before he ran into Johnny 13 and Kitty, and they gave him direction. He has just arrived at the library.
He entered slowly, observing his surroundings. He wrung his hands, biting his lip. His eyes were wide, but not with fear. He had never noticed in his earlier visits, but the library really was something to behold. It seemed to be bigger on the inside than it was on the out. One floor that went straight to the ceiling, and near the back of the library, a staircase to a second floor that filled up half of the back wall. All the bookshelves towards the front were almost ceiling height, with small tables surrounding them. Ghosts floated here and there either looking for books or at the tables. Seeing a section on non-fiction space, he grinned, floating closer, before shaking his head and shrinking back. I'm here for a reason. I can look later. He passed the psychology section, and blinked, floating backwards. Spectra and Ghost Writer were standing - floating, in Spectra's case - there chatting amicably, judging from the small grins on their faces.
Spectra, in her shadow form, saw Phantom over Ghost Writer's shoulder. She glared, not daring to act on her grudge. Ghost Writer, for some reason, had declared the library a neutral zone after the Christmas fight, therefore no ghosts could fight in it. She coldly excused herself, taking the stack of books in her arms going off to find Bertrand. Writer, confused, turned around and scowled. Of all the people he had expected to see, the half-ghost boy was certainly not one of them, nor was he wanted. "Phantom. What are you doing here? Come to destroy another of my books, or better yet, get me thrown in prison?"
He winced, taking a step backwards. Thinking about it, it really wasn't one of his best moments. He rubbed the back of his neck, voice low, "No, none of that, actually. I… I came to apologize." When the ghost raised his eyebrow skeptically, he continued with a regretful tone, "I'm sorry about destroying one of your books. I get that they're really important to you, and I was in a bad mood, and I never apologised. And then, you helped me out with the whole Christmas bad mood thing. So, like I said, sorry."
Looking down to the ground, he didn't see the ghost's smile. When he heard a tone of satisfaction, though, he looked up. "I see the lesson didn't go forgotten. Apology accepted." Danny gave a small grin himself, and the Writer's slightly fell, still suspicious, "Although I must ask, why the change of heart?"
The halfa shrugged, not seeing a reason to lie or refuse to answer, "It's Easter, and someone gave me some good advice." Looking for a chance to make a reference, he looked over at the counter to see a pot of fake red flowers, and smirked, putting on his best accent, "Too Christmasy, mate. Paint 'em blue." Looking very proud of himself, he crossed his arms, seeing if the reference was understood.
Writer looked at him, a small smile of recognition, "Did you just… ah, you know what? Never mind. I really must apologize, also. I may have overreacted, and my actions were almost cruel." He gave an embarrassed chuckle. There were times he was almost too protective of his books.
Danny, not expecting this, shook his head, putting his hands up defensively, "No, no, it's not your fault. It's fine."
Seeing the halfa's readiness to take the blame, he didn't press the issue further. "Well, I'm glad that you came, but unless there was something you needed…?" It was his job as librarian to help those who came to the library, after all.
He shook his head with regret, "No, not now. But I might come back. This place is pretty cool." His gaze wandered back to the astronomy section, and he couldn't stop the smile that grew at the thought of the books.
The ghost nodded, seeing a passion for reading in the boy, "Very well. Then I suppose I shall see you." He turned away, and Danny did the same, until he spoke up again, "Although, Phantom, there is something you should know." With a Russian accent, he said to the teen, "Easter is not Christmas."
Danny beamed, looking back to see the ghost walking away. From his angle, it was impossible to see the devious smirk. He flew out of the library and to the portal, giving out a small laugh. Who knew that a ghost would have seen the same movie as him, and know it well enough to quote it?