Snow's Labyrinthine Library {oneshots and snippets 2021 +}

Secrets

Based on this video

I added on some more things and edited it which I didn't bother to do in the original comment :)

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"So... where are you from?" my voice was the first to speak up, slightly echoing down the hallway. Silence enveloped the space around us as he continued leading the way forwards. I huffed, a bit bothered by the cold shoulder. "Y'know, back at my old school-"                                                                                                                                                                                               

"Oh, hush, would ya? You're lucky I'm bringing you along. If you're quiet, we won't get caught." 

I frowned at his aggression but continued following him nonetheless. Both of us were quite far from the dormitories anyway, so it was too late to turn back now, quite literally. As we turned into a hallway, there was a loud chime, indicating it had struck midnight. I frowned, growing a bit anxious. 

"I come from Denmark," his voice quietly rose in the silence between us, "I studied there since I was little before moving here, as per father's wishes." It drew me away from my current thoughts, and I turned to look at him, my curiosity about him growing. He didn't seem to be familiar with any other students either, always keeping to himself. Admittedly, I also kept away from him at first, but over time, my interest in him piqued.

"Denmark," I repeated, raising a brow. I received a nod from him. 

Before I could've asked further questions, he held my hand and pulled a finger up to his own lips. Understanding that gesture, I stop talking as well, looking ahead where he was leading us. After a few more minutes of silence and twists and turns around the hall, our footsteps grew quieter, echos of our shoes against the tiled floor growing silent as the night outside.

He paused his steps, leading me to bump into him. "What, why did you stop like that?" I frowned. He turned around, glaring right at me. I shuffled back a bit, returning the scowl, however, perked up at the sound of another pair of footsteps. Shifting a bit, I looked on ahead around the corner, him following my actions.

There was a woman up ahead, the Dean I recognized. I tensed up, not wanting to get caught and put in trouble, especially when the Dean was said to be so mean. "I don't-" and yet again, I was silenced, this time, his finger against my lips. About to retaliate, I reached up, about to pull his hands away when I heard the Dean walk closer. Both of us huddled against the wall, against each other. A few minutes of her standing and patrolling the hallway went by until she left. 

I glanced at him, seeing a smirk adorning his handsome features. "I told you earlier, we won't get caught if we keep quiet," he said, tugging my hand and leading us down the hallway until we reached the library. He didn't let go yet, pulling us into the corner of the labyrinthine library and using his free hand, pressed against the wall. 

 At first, there was silence, then a few clicks and gears shifting. Once the sounds stopped, a small shelf shifted backward then down, revealing an opening. It was wide enough to fit one of us at the time. He took the lead, climbing down. Reluctantly, I followed. 

When we exited the tunnel, at last, I gasped in awe. There was a large cave-like tavern, with an opening near the top, somewhere, which filtered in bright moonlight tainted red through the stained glass. There were shelves that were both normal and small caved in sections of the hideout. There were hanging lights, which were lit slowly by him. Near the entrance, there was a large bookshelf, and I wondered if they consisted of stolen library books or ones of his own. There were also studying materials, and as far as I could tell, there seemed to be everything for every class for him to use.

He walked over to a small table that held a gramophone. In a few seconds, soft music filled the room. It was of those classic music we often heard in classes. I looked around in awe and curiosity when his voice reached me again, "Would you like to dance?" I looked at him with a brow raised, "really?" I chuckled, pausing and looking around yet again, before taking his hand. "Why not. We're here already."