004// Light Reading (Open)

[ectoparody]

[Venkman was undeniably, irrevocably, and without any ghost of a doubt, bored. Having found himself back in the castle and without his little buddy in tow, he found himself with a distinct lack of anything to do. He was used to working long and odd hours as a Ghostbuster, this whole...free time thing he found just wasn't working for him, as odd as the thought sounded running through his head. He needed to be active, and these days that was translating into idly walking around the castle, going wherever his feet might end up taking him. Today his travels had brought him to the castle's rather large Library, quite the spectacle to behold, even for one from New York. Peter walked in slowly, moving in between rows of books and letting his hand drag across their spines as dust began to build up on his fingertips. He pulled his hand away and muttered to himself as he wiped his hand off against his pants, gazing around nonchalantly to see if he was the only person around]

Jeez, this place is worse than the New York Public...That old witch woulda had a field day in here.

[He chuckled idly, remembering the ghost of Eleanor Twitty as he started up his slow stroll once more. Perhaps he would run into someone here, or find a book he actually wanted to dip his nose into. At best, he was hoping he wouldn't run into any floating, disembodied torsos, though his luck never was all that good to begin with]