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FwooperOnYourLeft 
Kalen watched as Miss Evans quickly slipped past him and into the usually forbidden restricted section, his green eyes curiously watched her as she seemed to look at all the book in there almost hungrily..
He sighed to himself, he didn't want to have this section here anymore.. he wanted to blend the less dangerous books into the library, put the rare ones in a special section where they could only be used in the library, and take the super dangerous books out and lock them up..
Knowledge should be for everyone.. and it shouldn't be locked up and guarded like this..
Not sure how well that was going to go over though with.. anyone.. he was going to try though..
He looked at the book she picked out and then smiled as she asked if she could borrow it..
"You may borrow that, just bring it back in a week.." He said as he gestured around the section.. "Any of these you can take.. " He said with a nod, "Just try not to burn the school down, yeah? And perhaps don't take the screaming ones? " Who knew what sort of effect that could have on people.
"any of these you can take."
Aslan was practically vibrating. With a curt, anxious nod she turned away from the librarian and began to meticulously pluck book after book from the once-forbidden shelves. She had no qualms, no reservations as she went down the aisle. A red stained hardcover- a navy blue tome with gilded pages- a yellowed manuscript, cover worn by time- a simple black paperback with a rune she didn't recognize on the first page- the Gryffindor barely had the arms to carry this many.
Except she didn't have to, she remembered with a look of self-irritation. Aslan set the books down on the nearest eye-level shelf and tugged her wand from behind the cuff of her ear. A swish and flick later and the books were a levitating bundle all too happy to follow her. Momentarily, the witch glanced back to Kennedy. He was a gray man, someone she hadn't yet seen enough of to begin to understand, but the hues around him were a strange mix of blue, indigo and slate grey- slate grey like pencil shavings and pale rain clouds.
"Why not the screaming ones." She asked, although her impassive tone made it seem very unlike a question.