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[OZETTE JOSEPHINE BELLAMONT]

'Hmm... Peculiar...'

The young albino femme thought as she looked up at the book titles above her head. Her head was slightly tilted to one side, to allow herself better view of each book's title. A certain series had caught her maroon eyes; the one that she had found something rather peculiar about. Well, a normal person might think it was normal, if they even noticed it, that is. But Ozette Bellamont's eyes missed nothing when it came to her beloved books.

What was so peculiar, you ask? The books had been, shamelessly, put in the wrong numerical order! Not to mention, the last three books were missing. And they weren't "I'm sorry, but those are currently checked out right now; would you like to hold the book when it comes back in, miss?" type of missing; they were "I sincerely apologize miss, but we don't have those books in our catalog, nor have we them on order; would you like to look up books from the same author, instead?" missing. Which, considering their publish dates were years ago, something of severe inadequacy and just plain blasphemy in Oz's opinion.

A slight pout cam across her thin lips. One would think that a library in such an expansive and rich status would at least have the decency to have up to the current-most books of each series it possessed. Honestly - it was no better than the public school she once attended, before being transferred to the private school in sixth grade. And that library was utterly crude and horrible.

Letting out a little sigh, Oz went over to the end of the aisle, and dragged the stool resting on the ground to where the books she spotted were. Even if they were missing the last three volumes, that was still no excuse to keep a series out of numerical order - especially when the numbers were clearly printed in gold font at the bottom of each book's spine!

Stepping up onto the stool, Oz set her own book down on the spot on the shelf that was currently empty, its resident book checked out. Reaching up on her tip toes - curse her useless short height! - she started removing the books that were out of order, carefully stacking them in her arms. She sighed a little, and turned the spines to face her. Now, to figure out which books went first. Well, there were to copies of the first book, to start off, so she might as well put those back...

Reaching up on her tip toes again, Oz carefully placed the books on the edge of the shelf where she could reach, then gently pushed them inwards as much as she could without jeopardizing her balance.

'All right, now for book number two...'

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It was definitely a change of pace. Things had settled down for the better this afternoon, although it really boiled down to what “settled down” was in a person’s opinion. To one such as himself, that meant catering to only two first years for the whole day, instead of the usual crowd of six or more. Although it was true that from time and time again he would readily admit that he preferred his job to other less satisfying ones, there were also when there was a much needed break. True, the Butler School had raised his stamina and patience to significantly high levels, but he was still human, after all, and as such, still had his limits. He was more than thankful then (not ecstatic; he’d never feel such extreme emotions) that all the other ladies were already being catered to, and that these two that he had been assigned did not present too much trouble for him. And by “trouble”, he of course meant those spoiled brats that wanted every single little thing handed to them on a silver platter. Yes, he’d endured those kinds one too many times, and it was a miracle how he’d held his post for as long as he did. This job always held a sense of bitterness and satisfaction all at once; one would call it being “bittersweet”.

Thus, to celebrate his temporary freedom, Amadeo had resorted to visiting the Academy’s local library for a book or two to check out. He’d already gone through five books in the past two days, and he was beginning to think that at this rate, he’d end up reading all the books available before the year ended. Ah, well, those were the perks of being a butler in such a high class place, he thought bitterly. All these ladies that usually did whatever they wanted, and was it ever a rare sight to see one stop by in the library for some good old reading every now and again. It was no wonder that the library here was so understocked.

Black shoes clacked against the wooden floor as the man passed on towards the east wing. Almost like a reflex, a white gloved hand reached into his left pocket and pulled out his pocket watch. Quarter to five. That was fine then, he had thirty minutes all to himself before he had to go back and prepare dinner for the young mistresses. That would give him enough five minutes to walk to the destination, twenty minutes to scour for books, and the last five to make his way back to the dormitories. Ah, the busy life of a butler, he thought with a resigned look on his face.

As was usual, the library was rather empty. It was almost night time, so of course the young ladies would be rather off socializing than be stuck in a dreary place like this. The butler stepped inside, holding himself with an air of confidence, something he did so expertly that it was almost like it took him no effort to do so. Red eyes glanced around quickly for any sort of interesting happenings, but found none. It looked like this was the right place to be, after all. No one was around save for the librarian and one or two students.

Amadeo made his way into the central aisle, where his favourite books usually lay. As he rounded the corner into the mysteries and fictional sections, his eyes spotted a truly odd sight to behold. There, situated above a stool with her hands full of books was no doubt a lady. He watched with mute curiosity as the small girl – a first year, perhaps? – returned the books back to their shelves with a scowl on her face. He did not know the motive behind her actions, but that could be saved for later. Right now, he knew he had to do one thing, something that was first nature to him. His footsteps echoed in the silent library as he approached the girl, slowly and gently retrieving the books that she had not put up in the shelf and placing them in his arms. He then bowed, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he eyed her with curiosity. “My Lady, it is not safe to reach above yourself, especially with these heavy matters. Neither is it very ladylike, am I correct?” He stood up straight, a regal appearance to be sure, as his innocently curious eyes awaited her answer.

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It was times like these Oz wondered why library shelves were ridiculously tall. Yes, having even more shelves available for more books was definitely a good thing, but the height was just plain ridiculous. Honestly, whoever grew to be eight, nine, ten feet tall?! Sure, some males tended to get close to seven foot, but that itself wasn't too common; and the females were lucky to match males' height nowadays! A little tsk sound escaped Oz's lips as she managed to place the fickle book on the preposterously tall shelf.

Needless to say, she was hating her height now. She didn't care if she was complimented and considered "tres adorable!" or "mignon et petite!" back home (of course, most compliments was probably just pure flattery anyways; you couldn't trust anyone, after all, they were in it for their own gain), being short sucked.

As she reached over and put the extra copy of volume one next to its "twin" on the shelf, her food slid off to stool just about. she managed to catch herself just in time, however, her hands clutching the edge of the shelf. The book had, luckily, fallen spine-up next t its "twin," so she was saved a climb down. Oz let out a breath - mainly annoyed and yet slightly embarrassed - she picked the book up, positioning it so the spine faced outwards, the number one at the base of the spine in line with the one before it.

Oz moved her hand to grab the next book when footsteps sounded in the empty library room. Firm, yet gentle, and not particularly slow, but not fast either. Not a good sign - the higher-ranking butlers tended to have such a stride, Oz had noticed. Was the second-year finally getting a butler? A feeling of dread washed over her. Please just be some stupid butler on his spoilt lady's errand. She really did not need this kind of thing - especially not now. The books she'd put on the edge of the shelf were lifted from where she'd placed them. She shoved the third copy of volume one onto the shelf and turned her angry red eyes to the utter douchebag that had dared "help" her - "help" being used extremely loosely.

The male had taken the books into his arms, and then bowed, eying her. His smile was taunting; mocking. Damn giant! Why, she outta--!! “My Lady, it is not safe to reach above yourself, especially with these heavy matters. Neither is it very ladylike, am I correct?” Oz deepened her glare at the man at his words. He stood up straight, his own red eyes not leaving her.

"I beg your pardon, monsieur, but those books are not heavy in the slightest; if they are to you, you are obviously much too weak to be holding them, and should drop them immediately and leave and my un-ladylike self be." Oz snapped coldly, her short temper flaring up. She didn't need his help, and couldn't care in the slightest whether she was "unladylike" right now or not! She had no need for "help," and most certainly not from the cocky butler of all things!

"Et tandis que vous êtes à lui, allez à enfer...!" she muttered under her breath, before partially turning her body as little as possible (and as carefully as well, she didn't want to slip like she almost did before it arrived; a dignified appearance was best when dealing with these things, anyways), and reaching out a hand for him to place the books back in. She'd hold them to her chest after he did so (for, he better return them. after all, she was surrounded by books she could use here, and there were some particularly nice hardcover ones nearby), to prevent him from trying to interfere with her own self-given mission.

tag: armadillo amadeo!
word count: 640
mood: i love you!
traduction française: "And while you're at it, go to hell...!" yes, Oz is that mean
notes: hurhur, you've made me feel like i needed to code mah own post~ <D BUT AH SRSLY LUFF JOO

[AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE]

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It was to his utter bemusement and luck (if one could call it that) that of all nights, it was tonight that he had decided to stop by the library to restock his supply of books. Perhaps one could call it fate, one could call it destiny, one could call it luck, one could call it pre-determined circumstances, maybe one could even call it a play of the gods. For really, there was truly no other explanation for the series of events that was to occur in this usually solemn place, a place that was so utterly abandoned by most students that it was quite a miracle that it had stayed at this Academy for so long. This place was the library, the goddess of books and knowledge abound. It was here that “fate” had led the butler clad in black, mostly due to boredom. Surely boredom could not be considered circumstantial, could it? Ah, but that did not matter. Either way, what he saw was most definitely something he did not expect to see.

So what was Amadeo expecting to see? Well, a rather emptied out library to be sure; the lack of significance of this place to the student body was rather laughable. On a side note, he was also expecting this lacking library to have the book of which his attention had been diverted: Pride and Prejudice. “Lacking” was the term assigned to this place due to the sheer fact that there were quite sizeable gaps in the collection of titles assembled here. Even the more commonly used books were missing – for example, the Britannica Encyclopaedia set they had here missed number 4-6. The dictionaries had some pages missing or ripped out of them. Really, was it too much to ask for a little maintenance around here? This was a rich, prestigious Academy, after all, and they were bound to gather quite a hefty sum from those who attended. Surely a few thousand or two could be spent remodelling this stuffy place, or adding more renowned books? Why, they didn’t even have Alice in Wonderland, for Pete’s sake! Not that he’d read that or anything, but the underline message was the fact that it possessed a terrible stock. Quite a shame for such a well-known school, which was strong and strict in everything like etiquette, status and manners, but apparently, not even for a building in their own establishment.

Now what truly made his day was casting his eyes upon a rather... vertically-challenged lady along the row of book shelves that he had come to find the book of his desire. A petite woman, indeed, struggling with the books that she had arranged in her arms and... returning them to the shelves? Ah... an odd action, one his fast-paced mind had trouble comprehending. Without further ado, however, his butler instincts had kicked in, and he had found himself by her side in a quick matter of a few seconds, handling the books from her arm and caressing it in his. The smile that played on his lips was still apparent as he spoke, and even as she spoke her snide remarks. The first thing that came to mind was feisty. It wasn’t the bratty or spoiled temperament that he usually saw in these halls; it was just unique. Never had he seen a lady refuse assistance from a butler before. Instead of being angry or having negative thoughts towards the girl, he was rather... entranced. No, not in love, but interested in learning more about this girl. Dissecting her slowly, piece by piece, as he would find out more about her. Amadeo found it odd, however, that he’d never seen her before. Surely, if she was a first year, he’d have tended to her at least once...?

That alluring smile continued to play in his lips as he spoke, a white gloved hand reaching for his chest, placing it there as he bowed, temporarily breaking eye contact with the female. “Of course, my Lady. I do apologize; it was not my intention to displease or insult you in any way. It's just rather... rare to see a lady in this setting. I was just caught off-guard.” He looked around, as though trying to prove his point. Anyone could see that his words were true.

Amadeo stood up straight, the smile now wiped from his face as he instead replaced it with a rather childish expression, one that kids would use to get sympathy from their parents – puppy-look, if you would. The expression was one of sadness and hurt as he heard the words that came out of her mouth. French. Yes, he could understand, as it was one of the languages he’d had to learn in Butler School. “Ah, tsk, tsk. I have said I am quite sorry; there is no need for that sort of language, my Lady. If there is anything I may do for you, please do ask.

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Amadeo then paused, cocking his head sideways, his eyes now filled with nothing but curiosity. “And... if I may inquire, I'm incredibly inquisitive as to what you are doing...?[/color]”
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Honestly, this guy was just mocking her on the inside - his smirk said it all. He was amused, wasn't he? The jerk! Her glare didn't budge as his own stare counteracted against hers for what seemed like much too long for the albino femme. Honestly, he had the nerve of hindering her task - "help," even used in loose context, was just simply not a good word when others butted in, she decided, especially butlers! - by attempting and utterly failing at assistance. She was perfectly fine on her own; short as she may be (she mentally cursed her bloody height yet again), she could sort the books on her own, in perfect and flawless order, at her own pace, just fine!

The butler broke the mutual red-eyed persons' contact and bowed. He was just trying to smite her, wasn't he? The obnoxious, arrogant vahsterd!! Her glare didn't move as he apologized, her expression cold, angry, and her mind quite doubtful and unbelieving that he was truly sorry. All butlers were jerks; they thought girls were weak and needed to be waited on, obviously, or why else would they sign up for the job? Obnoxious, egotistical jerks, every single one of them!

'Off-guard my butt,' Oz mentally cracked, but held her tongue. She didn't want to say anything more to this arse than necessary. Best to just get him to go away and then resume with her own, more important business. not that she was doing much, but then again, in her opinion, anything was more important than the cursed butlers at this school.

Though it was a bit of a surprise for the impatient and progressively more annoyed Oz that this boy understood French. Then again, Italy was nearby France, and most European languages were connected via Latin roots, and with so many different ladies from so many different countries... Yes, it did make sense he'd know French, she supposed. He might even be a bit himself, she noted, though she didn't particularly care. She wasn't favourable to anyone, French or not, and especially not to any obnoxious butlers.

Oz deepened her glare even more as the male gave some saddened, pitiful look as he spoke his opinion on her mutterings, like a child who wanted something would give his parents at the store so they'd take pity and spoil him a bit. Yeah. Sucks for him. Oz didn't buy that kinda crap. In fact, it just annoyed her farther. "I'm not your "lady," monsieur, and you obviously can't follow the simplest directions, it seems," She started as he handed her back the stack of books he'd taken. True to her thoughts, she held the stack against her chest as she turned away from him, looking at the spines for the golden number "two" of said numbered volume. "I did, after all, tell you to go to hell. So, without further ado, please do so. Merci beaucoup, et au revoir."

Cold like her tone, Oz placed the second volume after the third copy of the first one, careful not to be too brash or rough with it. After all, it wasn't the book's fault it was in such a run-down library, or that the annoying, obnoxious butler had decided to pester her... Well, maybe it was. Though it still wouldn't cause the second-year (and thankfully, still butler-less!) lady to toss and throw books about. They were to be treasured and treated with the utmost respect; after all, it took years to create a good enough story to be edited, published, printed and read by millions, and tearing up such miniature masterpieces was simply disgraceful and boorish behavior!

Taking up the third volume in her hand, she moved to place it beside the third when it spoke again. “And... if I may inquire, I'm incredibly inquisitive as to what you are doing...?”

Uh... Wow. Was this thing stupid or what? It was quite obvious what she was doing, after all. Why else would she be putting books on the shelves? It's not as if she worked here; she was just a student, and her uniform was sure to be a dead giveaway. What an idiot! "I'm organizing the books in numerical order, which this ramshack library utterly and completely fails to do themselves. What else does it look like?" She said coldly, her voice deadpan. Such a stupid idiot, this male was. Honestly. You'd think the butler's they'd teach would at least learn something at that fancy, ridiculous butler-school they had. Perhaps their standards had been dropped. Wouldn't surprise her if they had. Morons.

tag: armadillo amadeo!
word count: 767
mood: contented <3
traduction française: "Thank you very much, and goodbye"
notes: No promises P: and yes, im having trouble not cursing, if you can't tell

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What an appealing woman this one was. Such a blatant disregard for the rules of etiquette of a lady. Yet, despite her infuriated outbursts, Amadeo could still tell that she was, in fact, a lady. Her clothing was unmistakably of top quality, and she herself was well-groomed, shined to ever last strand of hair. It was her personality, however, that most definitely set her apart from every other stereotypical lady here. Whereas they were needy, controlled and rather refined in terms of speech, this one was rebellious, self-serving and independent. Her every movement from the cold stare on her face to the rigid tension of her body as her muscles struggled to take hold of the books in her hand suggested a hostility or tension toward him. It radiated from every pore of her body, her extreme dislike for him evident in the cold air between them. Any idiot could discern that much. However, more so than her unique personality, he was curious as to her reasoning for such actions. For what intentions did she appraise him as such? Surely he had not bore her any will; he’d never met her before in his life (or as he could recall). He’d done her no wrong, so why did she apparently hate him so? Contrary to how others would react to a situation implied with such negativity, Amadeo was instead merely amused, intrigued. It was an unexplainable feeling to have; for some reason, her negativity pleased him. He, was he developing a masochistic side, too? Nevertheless, he was now less prompted to leave.

The expression on his face was pitying as she spoke once more, beguiling him. The cold look on her face never left. Ah, she was the first lady he’d met that had been able to resist the look he so often employed that sent ladies into tears or swooning all over him. That somehow, made him glad. He’d found a challenge, one not so easily swayed by his wily mannerisms. Her words were the truth. He’d never been one for simplistic orders, being extremely adept at more complicated requests. The pitying look on his face twisted into a well-meant smile as he replied. “My, my, aren’t we irritable today?” He felt the need for a more sarcastic remark – an eye for an eye and all that. But he did so in a manner that would not get him across as incredibly rude; she was a lady, after all (albeit personality) and he, a butler. “To think that someone of your… stature could provide such an extensive vocabulary.

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Ah, so that was what she was doing. Off, the only reason he hadn’t thought of it was because it just seemed so… unladylike, seeing as how most ladies were “lazy” and whatnot. He would have liked to stay longer and continue her agony, but it would do no good to provoke her any further. That would be going against his ethics as a butler to displease the lady, no matter what he desired. And as he had said before, that was not his intention, after all. “How prudent of you. Well then, please excuse me…[/color]” He bowed once more, and turned on his heel. A bunch of books caught his eye just at the end of the shelves. In brisk movements only he could commit (being trained as such), he removed six books, then reshelved them in an untidy manner. Because he was facing his back to her, she would not be able to see the coy smile playing on his face. He pointed innocently to the books he had just rearranged. “Ah, some books need organizing here as well, miss. But now, I shall take my leave.[/color]” He laugh inwardly; he was having way too much fun. As he left, he muttered in a voice that was silent, but could still be heard by the lady. “Hm… now then, Pride and Prejudice…[/color]”[/color]
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Oz could just hear the no doubt stupid and utterly idiotic smile on the annoying butler's face as he, quite blatantly, called her irritable. She huffed out a small, angry breath from her nose as she reached for the next copy up on the shelves - this one volume three of the series - and reached up, propping herself on her tippy toes yet again in an effort to push the book where it belonged on the shelf. Just ignore him, she told herself. He's not worth it. He's just some stupid, smart-aleck, unworthy, disrespectful, idiotic butler. Most definitely not worth replying to or paying any more further attention to. If she ignored him, maybe he would go away; that was what had always worked with those schoolboys back in France that dared try to mock her white hair or red eyes - well, it was either her not caring and not reacting to their jeers, or maybe fear after she lashed out one day at a certain group of boys that said even more disgraceful things... Well, whatever the case, Oz could ignore this mere boy of a butler. After all, she wasn't so immature as to lower herself to get into some stupid, tedious debate or back-and-forth conversation with the likes of some--

"To think that someone of your… stature could provide such an extensive vocabulary."

[/color] Oz felt the blood rising up and boiling through her veins as he dared say such a thing. It wasn't her fault she was so damn petite!! Zut alors! is wasn't as if she had asked for such stupid, annoying genes of hers! Oh, this butler, to think he has the right to point out something that could be so insulting, and to a lady too! He ought to lose his job for such a thing, the pure, insensitive, ridiculous, annoying, nuisance, son of a--

So caught up in her thoughts, Oz didn't even hear his little slip of of nearly calling her "my lady" again, and just barely caught his remark of having been to hell before, and how it'd be easy for him to return. "Well then," Oz said, trying to suppress the anger in her voice. She couldn't let this smart ass of a scumbag get to her. He wasn't worth it, wasn't worth it... Even if he did insult her height... Wasn't worth it... "I suppose you'd best be on your way then, shan't you?" she retorted, the words coming off frostily, icy as ever, off of her lips.

The butler seemed to quiet down upon learning what she was doing, however, and she tried to resist throwing the second copy of book four at the vahstherd. books that weren't hers shouldn't be treated as such; they, unlike males, were quiet, tolerable, and utterly enjoyable to have in company, and shouldn't be made fun of, looked down upon or treated poorly. no, only those books she personally owned should be thrown at ungrateful, insensitive jerks such as butlers.

But this said butler, instead of dilly-dallying, seemed to finally get her message, and excused himself. Oz let out a little breath, hardly acknowledging him any further, and tried to concentrate back on her task. It being nearly complete, however, was not helping her resist the urge that was no nagging at her.

"Ah, some books need organizing here as well, miss. But now, I shall take my leave."[/color] Oz's eyebrow twitched, and she turned to where the butler was immediately. He walked slightly away from the shelf before starting to leave the aisle she was in, mumbling something about Pride and Prejudice. That asshole... He must have rearranged the books and expect her to fix them! What did he think she was, under punishment? Some librarian's assistant! Most certainly not!!

Screwing maturity, Oz reached over to her immediate left, yanked a particularly large book out from the shelf, and threw it at him. "Organise-le tu-même, fichu bâtard!!" She said as she did so. Honestly, where the hell did he get off?![/size]
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tag: armadillo amadeo!
word count: 674
mood: erm... sorry?
traduction française: Organize it yourself, damn bastard!!
notes: sorry it took so long. kinda got caught up in drama on my other site and lost a bit of will to bother posting... .__.U

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His clacking footsteps and coy smile were his trademarks, both of which were apparent now as the butler turned to leave the female by her lonesome. The library was quiet, but there was still the dull roar of whispered murmurs of ladies who, instead of gossiping in their rooms, had taken it upon themselves to do so in a place that was supposedly a “sacred sanctuary” of peace. As he passed by the bookshelves, peering through the cracks that the various book heights allowed him to access, he caught the eyes of some of the ladies that had been guilty of the crime. Various colours met his, and instantly, turned away, giggling. An eyebrow rose as Amadeo watched the girls’ reactions, like a visitor to a zoo. The said animals whispered excitedly to each other, not even thinking about discretion as they pointed to him. Inside, it really annoyed him as to how easy they were to move, but the logical and sadistic part of his brain argued that it was alright since this would give him an advantage over them quite easily. At the moment, however, he was feeling quite satisfied with himself, after having gone into an argument with the albino female that had ultimately left her – for lack of better word – pissed. A wink and a charmed smile was all it took to force the girls into submissive sighs, as they then fantasized whatever their sick little heads wanted to of him. Sighing and shaking his head lightly, the butler was thankful that, even if it was momentarily, there was silence. After all, he had gone into the library for that specific purpose: to have some peace and quiet. True, he’d run into some minor things (literally speaking) here and there, but none really that good book couldn’t fix.

The female’s earlier comment about hell had prickled the back of his mind, and it stuck there for a good while. It was fine to him how he’d managed to keep on a straight face when they were talking about his past, although unknowingly on the female’s part, of course. No, he didn’t feel hurt or sad about it, not even angry or depressed despite the traumatic events that had occurred. More accurately, he felt some sort of... urge to reminisce and think about it, and not much else. Those emotions were already long gone, along with the past that would haunt hi m every now and again. He thought about how it was really a shame to lose his parents, about how “hell and back” really were words of truth for him. The female’s sneering and tactless comments left no mark on him; he’d learned to harden himself to a point that nothing would get through to him or be enough to rile some actual emotion out of the man. Without thinking much of it, Amadeo had found himself investigating the reasons as to why his house had burned down, something his irrational and emotional mind could have never thought of doing back then.

However, as he left himself to these thoughts, the butler couldn’t help but play one last trick on the female. The smirk on his face stayed in place as he calmly strode away, waiting for what was sure to come. And of course, he was right. The female’s angry voice trailed him in French, calling him with yet another absurd and light insult. He sighed, shaking his head as he continued to walk forward to ignore her words, but at that moment, something caught his eye. There, on the floor in front of him, was a book that had fallen out of the shelves. Tilting his head as though analyzing a difficult calculus problem, Amadeo slowly bent down to pick it up. It was just the book he had been looking for: Pride and Prejudice. However, before he could react further, a whizzing sound blowing over his head made him look up. His eyes met the flight path of a rather large book, with quite a lot of force behind it. Still kneeling on the ground, the butler slowly turned to the female, whose arm was still out from throwing the projectile. A bemused smile and a chuckle left Amadeo’s lips, and he stood up slowly to retrieve the large book. Walking back slowly to the female, he placed it back on the appropriate shelf, passing the female with amused eyes, filled with laughter. His tone of voice when he spoke was belittling which was, well, suited for the little person. “Tsk, that’s dangerous. You shouldn’t strain yourself. Thanks for helping me find the book. Miss.” He waved the book in front of her before turning around to leave. However, just before he went around the corner of the bookshelves, a sly tone could be heard. “No, no, miss. You don’t seem to be the type to want help, and I wouldn’t disobey your wishes, would I?

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