Zéline could tell Sébastien was feeling confident and that fed her own confidence a little; not that she had that much confidence right now, though. She followed him with a frown that was a mixture between annoyance and worry. She did not appreaciate this whole English-speaking-only competition and thought it was very unfair with the foreigners, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The sight of the books cheered her up for a second, but then she remembered they were most probably all in English, which made her get even more annoyed. She sighed and kept following Sébastien, getting closer to the shelves and standing a little behind him. Zéline noticed a parchment that appeared right in front of them and hesitated a little before picking it up.
She read it aloud so Sébastien could hear and didn't hide the annoyance in her tone. After reading the whole thing, she shot a serious look at her school mate before looking at the shelves. "Nous devons choisir un livre." She repeated, this time in her mother tongue. "Peek me up, on of ze peenk books in sight..." The fifteen year old reread and looked at the shelf once again. So it was just choosing a book? Or she just didn't get the riddle again? "Je déteste ces énigmes en anglais." Zéline complainted, frowning deeper and staring at the books in front of them.
Zéline decided to just go for it, then. She approached one of the particular ailes that had a stronger light flickering on the book titles and... picked up the first pink book she saw. "Voilŕ. Et maintenant?"
Stupid English puzzle. |