 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
As a Professor, there was both every reason not to go to the library, and every reason to do so. One could argue that it was okay to do so, as long as students didn't catch you too deep into research of topics and natures that you should know. On the other hand, it could be argued that all the books needed should have been in his office already, and ergo a library trip wasn't needed.
Problem was, his office had become somewhat of a less friendly place. No more pictures on the shelves and he was out so often, around the grounds, in lessons and between places, that the fireplace was most often cold. Sure, he could have lit one and found a good source on his shelves, but his legs also needed stretching and he needed some new material.
So, naturally, he had made his way to the defense, Dark Art and related section, pulling and flipping through books almost absently.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |