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Annaleise had managed to convince her teachers that she would behave in a library if she were left alone, and had managed to score a small bit of freetime with her excellent charisma and charm. In reality, her teachers were quite terrified of the tiny dragoness, and were only all too willing to pass her onto some other teacher. Thankfully, the librarian was quite lazy, and didn't have time to babysit a demon of a child. So, Anna took initiative to run free and wild through the aisles, pestering her elder classmates and the odd staff member she stumbled across.

Of course, her attention span was quite limited, and Annaleise quickly grew bored of her games. Bored, she skipped through the aisles once more, considering returning to the big dog-creature of a librarian to pet him, when she caught sight of a curious sight.

An elder student seemed to be arranging the books in a meticulous order, and Annaleise immediately sparked into action. Creeping up behind the boy, Anna inspected his work carefully. The shelves that he had worked on were ordered exactly by colour and size, and Annaleise frowned. It looked much better than how the librarians ordered it, but no matter her opinion on this stranger's ordering system, Anna couldn't resist tormenting the poor fellow.

Her small arm reached up to grasp the closest book she could reach, tottering a little on her tip-toes. Her fingers closed around the spine tightly, and she rocked backward, taking a second to recollect herself before taking a closer look at it. Glancing at the elder student out of the corner of her eye, Annaleise switched the book with a completely different colour, choosing to slide the red-bound item into a pile of blue books. It looked marvelously discordant, a bright red neon sign wallowing in a sea of blue. Wanting more of the perfectly mismatched patterns, Anna hopped back onto her toes to latch onto a squat blue book, waddling back over to the reds to shove it between two tall red books.

Moving closer to the stranger, Annaleise watched him in silence for a little bit before quickly rising up to snare a book he had just placed, running back to her own section to toss it between two tall red books. She liked this new game, and liked the stranger boy all the more for inventing it.

Annaleise frowned when her work was being undone. Without pause, Annaleise resumed piecing random books into his colour coded mess. So far, he had managed to ignore the child near him, and Anna found that rather curious. Most elder students would have shooed her away by now, or hissed and spat because they were doing something too important for her to be around.

She gave a pause when finally addressed, unsure of how to deal with this unexpected reaction. Her mouth opened and closed, as her mind fought to come up with an appropriate response. "Uh... I, um. The librarians order them a special way already don't they?" She faintly recalled one such class session in the library where they had to learn about some system that made it easiest to find the books. Anna's eyes drifted up towards the boy's face, immediately pleased with his appearance. He was pretty, and Anna liked him. Trotting closer, Anna stared up at the elder student, eventually shuffling closer to wrap her little arms around him. Squishing him close to her, Anna had decided that she would keep this person. "I like you. You have pretty ears."

Her fists curled tighter, latching onto the other student's clothing. She wasn't always a terror. Sometimes she rather liked being close to people. Well, it didn't happen too often, but it was a definite possibility.
Drawing back a little, Annaleise blinked up at the boy. He had even patted her, too. She quite liked that. "I'm a dragon! I wish I could transform on command, though..." She had met a man that could help her transform a bit more easily, but he wasn't here too often. She supposed that control would come with time, but she was impatient and wanted it now.

Stepping back to give the man room, Annaleise reached out to curl her own small hand around his. The warmth of another person felt good against her palm, and a tiny smile touched her mouth. Grasping the hand tightly, Annaleise tilted her head quite lovingly. Suddenly, she was rather glad that her teachers had dropped her into the library, and especially glad to make a new friend. "You're my new best friend. Let's go exploring, do you have any favourite activities? I like running."

She did like winning, especially when the win was so easy. It was a shame that people didn't recognise her superiour skill in transforming into a dragon, but the fact that this boy seemed to appreciate her powers only made her like him ten times more.
"I don't know. Cleaning is boring. I hate cleaning my room, when I could be doing much gooder things. Like playing." Cleaning was useless in her opinion anyway. Half the stuff she was putting away was gonna be dragged back out in the next half hour anyway.

I like clothes, too. My mother used to dress me, I was her doll. She only sends me these frilly dresses, though. I like them, but I want pants one day. You can't climb very well in a dress. She gets mad when I ruin my skirts." Annaleise had heard her mother complain plenty of times about the amount of bleach she went through in a month, trying to get out all those stains.

If he liked cleaning so much, perhaps she could convince him to clean her room the next time she had to. "Oh! Perhaps one day when I'm older, we can trade. You'll give me pants, and I can give you a dress if you'd like one. I've got plenty! I haven't seen many people wearing dresses like mine, though." Most of the children she spent time with in the classroom didn't wear dresses at all, and to further that, she was the only one around the school she knew to wear dresses at all.

With a start, Annaleise realised quite late that she didn't even know the man's name. Her parent's favourite thing to scold her about was her forgetting to ask for names. "Oh! My name is Annaleise, but you can call me Anna if you like. What's your name?"