At 11am in the Library Basil was 'visible', because he was studying, not working. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a stripped dress shirt, he was murmuring to himself. The young man was oblivious to the happenings of pixies, leprechauns, and holes in the time space continuum. He'd stopped for a moment to fill his mug which happened to have the words 'Don't Panic' printed on it in large, friendly letters. He returned and dug through his bag looking for a light blue coloured tin and a
purple collapsible tea infuser. Spooning the contents of the tea tin into the infuser, he sat down and leant back in his seat, waiting on his tea and taking a study break. As the time passed for his tea to steep, a pleasant citrus scent started to take over his little corner of the library.
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