Once the library was warmed with candlelight, Gansey opened his mouth in a silent gasp. He had been in many libraries before, but none so... interesting. There were the private collections of his parents' friends that were always boring and filled with books meant to make them seem learned yet not with a single crack in the spine, the mad libraries of universities that were a mash of everything one could think of, and the quiet libraries where scholars made their homes. Cozy yet vast was new.

The organization was also quite odd. Nothing like Gansey had ever come across before. Unable to keep his hands idle, he walked along the shelves, running fingers against spines and wood. It wasn't too difficult to pinpoint some apparent favorites. The books that were covered in dust Gansey mostly left alone; while he did have interest in architecture, most else didn't fall into his tent. History and language, even romance, and of course, ghost stories. Adventure novels, fairy tales... when he noticed one book he gasped and tugged it free, spinning on his heel and grinning.

"Oh! I loved this book when I was a child," he laughed, breathless. "Different fairytales of princes and princesses. Mother never cared for it because the stories were always a bit odd, but I thought them fascinating. Fairies and ghosts, things like that."

Gansey flipped through a few pages and then looked up. "It looks like we have some similar interests, Opera Ghost."