Over the last thirty years, Mabel’s learnt a lot observing the library in Beacon Hills. She has an encyclopedic knowledge on the inner workings of the town, and its inhabitants. She’s seen careers begin, discoveries made, history changed, myths busted, affairs unravel, and a colorful array of people have passed by her desk on the first floor.
She’s also delivered a baby. It was a lot harder than they make it look on the soap shows. And, much messier.
She knows when her patrons need help, and when they just want to explore in peace. She knows when to give a little nudge towards a book that’ll change someone’s perspective, or at least brighten their day. And she knows the ones who are in here for the warmth and the comfy chairs.
Stiles Stilinski, however, she cannot pin down. When he was a little boy he used to come in with his mother, Claudia (Mabel very rarely forgets a name, she’s got a memory like a dolphin). He was always a sweet child, loud and excitable, but happy to clamber into his mother’s lap during story time on a friday afternoon and listen with rapt fascination as Mabel read from the tales of Narnia, or Hobbiton. For many years after Claudia’s death, Mabel didn’t see Stiles around the library. Then one day he was back, pouring through books Mabel hadn’t checked out for anyone in years.
He puts in requests for very strangely titled books and papers, too. He says he wants to do mythology at college, but that still doesn’t explain whey he needs a copy of the town’s sewer plans from 1947.