With the snow slowly starting to trickle down on the grounds Leobald headed down the staircases to get some dinner into his rumbling stomach. The new shipment of books that had arrived earlier in the day could wait; he never made good decisions on an empty stomach.

Heading into the Great Hall clad for the evening in dark navy robes the librarian steered his steps towards the staff dais. It was early evening yet so it was no wonder that the staff table was empty of staffers. Taking his usual seat Leobald sat down trying to decide what he wanted to eat.

The only thing he didn't want was fish.