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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 13, 2015 1:17:52 GMT -5
Eamon had taken quite some time ago to using exclusively magical lighting as soon as he had taken control of the library, making a sweeping ban on any kind of flame within its walls. Beyond that, he had made certain that the lights would always illuminate when he was nearby, even in the dark of night. So he had not needed to worry about being able to reading since he took the job, and it came in handy doubly in evenings when he knew that he would be crawling the stacks for long-unused books for hours. There was a bell attached to his belt that would ring if someone tried to summon him at his desk in the main room of the library.
Someone had made an offhand comment about celestial magic, and how it linked in with Divination and had made all kinds of ridiculous propositions. Technically they hadn't been talking to him, but he would be well versed in the subject on the off chance that they started talking about it again. He was suspended from the ceiling, when someone thought it'd be a good idea to summon him, so he made his way back to the floor and up the stairs, barely concealing his vague annoyance. If someone had a flame in the library again....
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Post by Hallie Keating on Jul 13, 2015 8:52:35 GMT -5
If there was one place she knew that she would be able to catch her breathe, it was the library. Her friends, as lovely as they were, certainly did not enjoy reading or books as much as she did, and her professors really had no need to go to the library, especially at such a late hour of the night. Aedan certainly wouldn't want to waste his time in such a place...or at least, that's what she believed. So, that was her real reasoning for being out of the Aer Common Room at the hour that it was. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep that night unless someone...anyone would hear her out and take her seriously.
She quickly shuffled through large bookshelves that towered over her immensely; the tops of then practically reaching the ceiling. After a minute or two, she came to a stop at the main desk and waited for someone to help her. Folding her arms over her chest, she waited as patiently as she could until finally, catching sight of the bookmaster walking towards her.
"Mister Flynn," she called to him, peering over the desk. "I apologize for coming at a late hour, but I require help." With a pause, she looked down at her shoes before speaking again. "I realize what a stretch this is, but I was wondering what the chances were of finding a book on self defense were."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 13, 2015 19:05:27 GMT -5
Eamon missed a whole beat at her response, trying to figure out what it was that she had actually said. "Self defense? I will assume that you are referring to Muggle self-defense and not the magical kind. I would rather assume that the latter was the domain of our new Defense Professor." It was only then that he realised the very strange implications of an upstanding young student asking for notes on how to defend herself. Then, after the cruelty perpetrated by the headmaster and one of the other professors on a rule-abiding female student, he realised that he couldn't blame anyone for wanting to learn how to defend themselves. A look of utter disgust crossed his face as he realised, another reminder that this school was truly not fit for students any longer.
"Of course I can find you an array of self-defense books, wizarding and otherwise. However, I must note that most of the books are good at conveying theory, and not the practical concerns related to self defense. Much practice is required to achieve any level of proficiency with any discipline of self-defense." Without warning, Eamon walked over to the entrance to the stacks- self defense was hardly a topic for the shelves. "Come along Miss Keating, waiting for my return would be devastatingly dull. Much better for you to help with the search."
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Post by Hallie Keating on Jul 13, 2015 19:59:12 GMT -5
Hallie smiled gratefully at the librarian, then nodded as she followed him through some of the towering shelves, eventually stopping at one in particular. Her eyes scanned Eamon as he began to search for the books that held the topic she had asked for. Silently, she wondered what he was thinking. Was he suspicious of her intentions, or would he understand with no questions asked?
Folding her hands in front of herself patiently, she tilted her head to the side as she watched him move about from shelf to shelf. "Mister Flynn," she asked him loudly, "do you ever get...lonely in here? Being in the library all the time?"
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 13, 2015 21:28:16 GMT -5
Eamon was fairly sure that there were a few good books on self defense hidden in amongst this particular set of shelves, but it became clear quite quickly that they would turn out to be much closer to the ceiling than the floor. Wordlessly, he hitched himself to the invisible support system that he had set up, and climbed up the shelves until he was about halfway to the roof. He selected a couple of volumes from the shelves and tucked them under one arm as he continued to look carefully.
"Lonely? But there are so many books in here. And there are the student-helpers, too, like Mary Fulton. Not to mention all the students that come in to mess up the books." It was not student company that he was lacking, but people of his own age. Until Miss Reid had appeared on the scene, he had barely even spoken to the teachers around the place.
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Post by Hallie Keating on Jul 14, 2015 23:08:37 GMT -5
As she watched Eamon search for the books she desired, Hallie watched him wordlessly; her head tilted up slightly, only to drop as she watched the librarian lower himself back towards the ground. In a way, she envied him; simply for the ability to be able to be alone whenever he wanted, even though he claimed he was never in complete solitude. It was be nice, she imagined, to be able to process thoughts in the silence of the quaint, peaceful library.
"Well, I suppose that's good," she smiled softly at him. "Do you have a favorite kind of genre you like to read?" Hallie asked him. "I wish the library held more fiction than it does."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 16, 2015 19:40:17 GMT -5
"This is a school library, Miss Keating, not one simply for leisure. Bookstores, like the one I operate, are for the myriad pleasures of fiction, among other things." Eamon tried to process the idea of picking one genre from the multitude that he read often, the very prospect was rooted in insanity. He wasn't entirely sure he understood Hallie Keating, an emotion that was not uncommon in his dealings with students. They were an incomprehensible group, stranger almost than the adults that were supposed to be his peers. At least none of them were murderers, as far as he was aware.
A fifth book joined the pile that he was now levitating next to him, and he decided that five hefty tomes should be more than enough to suit Miss Keating's needs. He descended to the ground and handed her the volumes, looking at the rest of the stacks with no small measure of affection. "Will that be all today, Miss Keating?"
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Post by Hallie Keating on Jul 28, 2015 19:11:08 GMT -5
A light flush of red appeared on her cheeks as embarrassment washed over her, and Hallie simply laughed in response. How foolish of her to ask just a silly question! Why would the bookkeeper, who obviously had a good taste in books, want to read anything that the Academy had to offer? Hell, the most amusing thing in the library itself was a book on the most deadly and ferocious plants in the Wizarding world. The idea of reading such a subject bored her almost to tears.
Taking the books gratefully, she offered Eamon a light smile, then tugged the books tightly to her chest. "That will be all. Thank you for your help." With a pause, she then looked back at him pointedly. "How long have you been here, sir? If I may ask?"
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Aug 1, 2015 7:58:11 GMT -5
"Not a problem, Ms Keating. It is, after all, my job." Imagine thanking a teacher after every lesson. Though some people did get thanked every time they did his job, it usually wasn't him. At least some of the students in this school had proper manners. He doubted that she would do anything to intentionally harm his books, either, so she had that on her side as well. Then she asked him how long he had been at the school, and he had to think a moment to formulate an satisfactory answer.
"I have been the librarian at this school for a couple of years. However, all things considered, it does not seem like I have ever managed to escape this town, and those in it."
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