The solace of the library kept an invisible bubble around yourself and the ever growing tension between the Winkie Prince. His sparkling eyes were a dull shade of spiritless blue, a contrast between the bouncing, charismatic charm that usually filled them. His eyes held this overwhelming boredom every time he was tasked to work on projects and such with a studious individual who didn’t respond to his quips as enthusiastically as others.

He had the same reputation that he had carried when you had seen him last. A who’re hound who sniffed his way into everyone’s business one way or another for better or worse. Though you had never experienced such things from him, you had heard about it.

Familiarity settled in your gut. You had remembered vividly the things passed around about him back in Winkie Country where you grew up. For a brief moment in time the both of you had even gone to the same school. Though the paths that bounded both you individuals had never substantially crossed, it seemed fate was ready to change that.

It took going to Shiz and being appointed as a project partner with the Prince to jog the memory of his brief appearance in the life you called your own. If you had never remembered him at all, perhaps you would’ve been better off. Sure, he did his best to pretend to be interested in the project, but his help was of little relief. The sheer dullness and detachment he had for you and the project always faded quickly when he was faced with fellow students to influence in the ways he liked best.

Fiyero’s knuckles gently brushed against the skin of your hand as he reached for the textbook. A slight pause followed the action as he allowed himself to clear his throat. “Coincidence, hm? That we happen to cross paths again?” A brow raised at you, dimple popping out, his arm stretching over the back of your chair.

So he did remember you? What an interesting turn of events. You were sure with all his insubordinate adventures that he had, by no means, recognized you.