The thing about this mansion is that it changes. Like, all the time, randomly. Sometimes it's amusing, entertaining, even, to try and puzzle out what's gone where... Other times (like now), it's a less 'ha ha where's the library you so silly, Wonderland' and more 'god dammit I just wanna get these books out of my room library why??'. Sure, they're not taking up that much space- and he probably won't be fined because that's not a thing that happens here- but Jesus. He's picked out the important parts of them and he's done, it's time for them to vacate his dresser.

He's huffing his way down the halls, How To Not Die In The Woods in hand, when he comes across Charlie; she looks every bit as confused as he is, but rather than assuming she's new (because he doesn't know everybody here), he's working on the assumption that she, too, is trying to locate the damn library. She looks... More of the book type than he does, at any rate. He lifts the book slightly as he approaches, waving it with a sigh.

"Yo. You seen the library anywhere today? I already checked the fourth floor," he adds, because it likes to go there sometimes. He's been here just long enough that the fact that rooms have preferences is only slightly mindboggling.