As always, Vickers is found up and about the Library, feeling it to be more like his room than his actual bedspace at the dorms. When he turned the corner he paused-- the shelves have been pushed aside to make room for this large desk, with stacks and stacks of what looked to him were parchment that seemed forgotten and books just not put away... at least from where he stood.

He spotted the Historian and drew towards the man. "Need any help Professor Scabior?" he murmured in the Library-approved tone. Of course he would think they need to be put away.