[they waited in silence, ignoring the words on the ground. maybe, if he could think of something appropriately withering, Erik might have written something on the wall with the offending ink. but he couldn't, so he didn't, just getting to his feet and taking hold of Charles's hand while they waited.

it's abrupt when the books come flying out, and Erik certainly didn't expect it. the first one slams into his back, but it's the second that knocks him sideways when it crashes into the back of one leg. the third drops him to the floor as the flurry surrounds them both.]