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One of the main benefits of being sorted at Hogwarts was having access to the library. Aziraphale spent most of his time there, reading on a variety of subjects. His interest wasn't entirely theological, and he found wizarding history fascinating, because it was both similar to and vastly different from the history of the Muggles.
Today, though, Aziraphale had taken a few books with him outside, and was sitting by the lake, reading. He had a dictaquill set up to take notes, and he'd brought out some tea and biscuits to munch on during breaks from his studies. He knew the weather got terribly damp in Scotland, and he wanted to enjoy the weather while he had it. Idly, he hummed a song, not realizing that Crowley's influence apparently still ran to corrupting the songs in his head.
There was plenty of tea, and lots of biscuits, so Aziraphale was hoping for company, even if that company did want to offer up opinions on the musical stylings of Queen.
Today, though, Aziraphale had taken a few books with him outside, and was sitting by the lake, reading. He had a dictaquill set up to take notes, and he'd brought out some tea and biscuits to munch on during breaks from his studies. He knew the weather got terribly damp in Scotland, and he wanted to enjoy the weather while he had it. Idly, he hummed a song, not realizing that Crowley's influence apparently still ran to corrupting the songs in his head.
There was plenty of tea, and lots of biscuits, so Aziraphale was hoping for company, even if that company did want to offer up opinions on the musical stylings of Queen.