There weren't many who could find Edgar when he hid away in the library. There are many passages and corridors inaccessible to those who do not know of their existence.

"Where on Earth did my quill go?" He'd checked his bag, the desks in each classroom, and his sitting spots enough to drive him mad. He placed his unfinished book by the open window where his companion sat. "I don't suppose you've seen it, Karl?"

The raccoon rubbed his nose before scampering onto Edgar's shoulder. "I suppose not." It was alright, he could always get another (even though it was a limited edition). At least he had his companion and his book.

Though he did almost die when he saw someone staring at him, stumbling halfway out the window before catching himself on the wooden beam. He would've been annoyed had it not been a person dear to his heart.

He adjusted his uniform, trying to play it off, "Can I help you?" He'd barely finished his question before a vial was placed in his hand, and he was instructed to smell it. What an odd request, but he saw no harm.

Edgar hummed in delight, "Is this the product you use? I do admit, it smells quite pleasant." He wasn't sure why they made him smell it, but- Oh wait, what's that label on the back?

He became a statue when he turned the bottle over and read the label: Amortentia. Something cracked inside of him. Edgar was well-read; he understood what the smell of the brew indicated. Not only had he exposed himself, but he did so to the very person whose heart he desires.

"That isn't right," He laughed nervously, taking another whiff of the potion. It still smelled like them, "I- I seem to have been mistaken. It actually smells like unopened books and candles."