 Haha.. this should be fun. Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen
Kalen had been up in the Astronomy Tower, he had found that during this time of the afternoon when most of the kids were in classes, that the library was quiet and mostly empty, affording him some time to work on lesson plans in his office in the Tower and things like that.
He checked his watch as he hurried down to the library, he was running a little bit late, but then he had been the one to give two rolls of parchment on solar flares. He had hoped that it would keep the kids busy, instead he was busy grading them.
Perhaps he should think before he assigned extra homework next time, yeah?
He walked into the library, and looked at his desk for a moment, picking up some cards of books that were due to be returned soon, he needed to remind the students that had them, about the impending return date..
His green eyes were glancing through the little note cards when his foot hit something, bringing the Librarian to a halt.. What had he tripped over? There shouldn’t be..
He finally glanced upwards to see..
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His eyes widened in horror and the stack of cards fell from his hand as he took in the utter chaos that was his library. Books laying this way and that, Book maze utterly ruined, chairs upturned, tables a wreck. For a moment Kalen’s vision went fuzzy and he suddenly felt cold.
He swayed on his feet for a moment, before finally taking in a lung full of air. He ran a hand through his hair and slowly spun around, surveying the damage done. This would take weeks to clean.. and the maze..
Merlin.
For a moment panic started to settle in and he felt his insides start to flutter with anxiety. What.. how.. Where was he even going to start? The panic started to grow as he felt his chest tighten up on him.
Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.. The Librarian sang the song in his head, trying to calm down and focus on something other than what was before him. That little trick had been taught to him when he was younger and so far it had worked.
His slow circle stopped when he saw that the restricted section was open and that children were inside. He forced his feet to move that way and kept repeating the song in his head, trying to calm himself down enough to talk to who was inside the restricted section. |