The library is one of the most fantastic rooms in the Maison. Over here, Marsye practices divination and Maurice types out his articles using an old typewriter. On the left of the room is Vivian's easel. Adelaide can usually be found knitting in here, and Bryan is often deep inside a book about defence against dark magic. Generally Charline is in here, trying to smoke without anyone noticing, but failing.
He sat down in his dad's old armchair, and looked around. He'd missed these old books. He picked one up from a small table, The Tales of Beedle the Bard. He opened the old leather cover, and started reading to himself.
He flinches at the sound of the books hitting the floor, but leaps up when he hears Beaus voice. He runs over to him, kissing the top of his head and wrapping him in a tight hug. "Beau! God, I've missed you! Look how tall you are! Oh my god, I can't believer how tall you are and so handsome," he ruffles his hair, "handsome just like your dad." He laughs, "And you've gotten so old! I'm so old."