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The first you see is the fishing gear hanging on pins left of the doorway. The librarian is a bit fishing obsessed so he has brought some fishing equipment if time lets him explore the great lake’s fishing possibilities. The next thing you feel is cozy warmth emanating from the roaring fire place nearby. Remembering the chilliness of the halls and rooms in the castle from his years here Mr Kitridge has taken steps to see too that at least one place is warm and comfortable. In the center of the office you see what should be a desk under all the stuff currently placed on it like charts, crammers, stacks of books, an odd telescope or crystal ball and last but not least a big bowl of candy. Behind the desk, a large comfy chair with a pillow in it is situated.
Hanging on the walls around the office are portraits of former notable librarians like Madam Pince, Madam Rowena, Angela Kohan, David Kapoor and Madam Donovan. The collection of portraits/photographs is completed with some Kitridges who've been successful in some way or other through the course of time. No office of a librarian is complete without a curvy s-shaped bookshelf.
OCC: I will not have an arrival thread so please don't clog up the thread with 'waiting to enter' posts. Have your character knock on the door and then wait for Mr Kitridge to allow you to enter or to come back later. If you have any questions or want to set up a meeting don't hesitate to PM or VM me.
Teapot Occamy| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY | chaser of the truth | flutiful❧
There was so much to talk to Mr. Kitridge about. She was at an age where she was starting to think seriously about what careers she might be interested in. Mr. Kitridge might be able to offer good career advice. Thinking about what she would do after Hogwarts was intimidating. She was progressing in her magic skills. It had taken her several years of practice, but Penelope had finally gotten her corporeal patronus. When Penelope had first learned about patronuses from Professor Dakest, she had thought that her corporeal patronus would be a butterfly because she loved butterflies. Turned out that patronuses were way more complicated than that. Her corporeal patronus was a golden eagle. An eagle, like the Ravenclaw symbol. She was proud to be a Ravenclaw, even more so that her patronus was a symbol of her house.
There was also the matter of the hag who might not even be a real professor trying to eat Ravenclaw students. How did that hag get hired anyway? Nobody in their right mind would let a hag live at a school for children. That was just student deaths waiting to happen. You couldn’t hire a hag at a school and expect the hag not to eat the children. Penelope missed professor Cassie more than ever because of the lack of a suitable replacement as divination professor, and an overall lack of female professors. Professor Cassie was awesome, radiated positive vibes, and would never even think of harming or eating the students. The former divination professor had always been there, and it felt strange to not have Professor Cassie at Hogwarts. Penelope knocked on the door of Mr. Kitridge’s office, hoping he would be in.
"Not if yeh give the cat a reason not teh eat the rat," Sam pointed out in return. Either in the form of food or attention. Usually the second worked sufficiently well; in her opinion, cats tended to be greedy for affection. Especially stray ones. "Don't really need teh adopt 'em when dey're just...dere," she said. "'nd turns out dere's enough in our dorm wiffout anodder one." Adoption would only happen in other circumstances than her current ones, for sure.
She full on beamed at Kitridge at he confirmed the presence of marshmallows. "Fanks Sir!" She was super excited to tell the other girls in her dorm that they could now have hot chocolate and marshmallows in bed! Hmm, a diet of just marshmallows? It was a thought, but not a sustainable one, on the whole. "Nah, the 'ouse elves cookin' is teh good teh ignore just fa marshmallows."
Of course she was prepared to work. She'd come to him first, hadn't she? Things would be easier once she could read and write properly, not also for her classes, but also when she went back home in the summer to her dad. She could help keep track of things better, and maybe even get a job for herself. The effort she put in was going to be more than worth it for the long term rewards.
She sipped her drink again, somewhat hiding her confused face at the words the professor had just used. Words that presumably described the type of book she'd just asked about? "Both I fink, sir. Given I dunno what the diff'rence is." Maybe something to do with how the words were written down?
Discouraged? She wasn't that. A little overwhelmed, perhaps. There were so many books, even just in this office, that how was a girl meant to know where to start even when she could read fluently? She thought about what she might like to try readin most, other than her textbooks. "Erm, I like lookin' at the sports pages in the Daily Proffit." There were lots of pictures of Quidditch stars on brooms like the ones in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies in those. "I like goin' on adventures though, so mabbe one of those."
Considering Sam's statement Leo had to agree with her. "Yes, you might be onto something there Sam. But every cat and rat is different so it may not always work out." However if you were dead set on wanting to have both then Leo supposed that you could find a way for it to work with professional help.
Catching the tail end of Sam's next words Leo asked worriedly. "The eagle dorms aren't turning into a magical zoo right? I allowed everyone to take on one furry creature. Everyone followed that order right?" Leo wouldn't be pleased if he paid a visit to the eagle tower that night to find the dorms looking like something taken right out of fantastic beasts and where to find them.
"That's good to hear." Leo commented feeling reassured. "The house elves to do make delicious food. Have you visited them in the kitchens? They make tasty snacks." He had done that in his youth especially when he was growing so much. He had always been hungry then. Now he just visited for their company and the ability to use the facilities if he wanted to bake something.
The conversation moved over to phonetics and dictionaries. Smiling Leo said "I'll have a copy of both reference books waiting for you when you come to the library tomorrow afternoon after classes. Phonetics show essentially how something is spelled while a dictionary explains what words mean."
"Adventure and sports you say? Shouldn't be too hard to find. The library has an extensive collection of books in both genres. Do you prefer reading about female protagonists or does it not matter? Leo wondered. It was important. He nibbled some more on his cookie and drank more chocolate.
SPOILER!!: Penelope
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Originally Posted by griffin
There was also the matter of the hag who might not even be a real professor trying to eat Ravenclaw students. How did that hag get hired anyway? Nobody in their right mind would let a hag live at a school for children. That was just student deaths waiting to happen. You couldn’t hire a hag at a school and expect the hag not to eat the children. Penelope missed professor Cassie more than ever because of the lack of a suitable replacement as divination professor, and an overall lack of female professors. Professor Cassie was awesome, radiated positive vibes, and would never even think of harming or eating the students. The former divination professor had always been there, and it felt strange to not have Professor Cassie at Hogwarts. Penelope knocked on the door of Mr. Kitridge’s office, hoping he would be in.
Sitting in his office with a fire lit in his fireplace, some soft music playing on his radio and the hint of winters approach in the air outside his window Leo was buried in paperwork and professional and personal correspondence. It was something to do when the temps started to drop below the zero line and winter was approaching and the students didn't need his assistance in the library.
Leo was contemplating to brew himself a nice pot of warm tea before he checked in with Cassie on how things were with Jackson when there was a distinct knock on his office door. He had a visitor. He'd have to table his plans. Putting away his papers and parchments Leo crossed his office to unlock and open his door. Peering out at one of his prefects he beamed warmly. "Hello Penelope, what brings you by?"
Of course she was on to something, Mr. Kitridge. Sometimes there wasn't much else to be doing than sitting on a rooftop with your rat on one side, and a stray cat on the other. It didn't have to be chaos, though she could see how it might be.
Was it a zoo in the tower? She couldn't really say, given she'd never actually been into one. "I ain't actu'ly count'd sir, to be 'onest. I'd say dere's a one teh one ratio of 'umans, familiars and furreh fings though, if I 'ad teh guess." And truthfully, she didn't know of anyone that had taken more than one creature from their party. "It's jus' more variety dan I'm used teh."
She smiled as she thought of this morning's cooked breakfast, and nodded to confirm the food was delicious. She'd miss it at Christmas, for sure. "Nah, I ain't. I didn't know yeh could." She thought about where she'd already explored, and briefly wondered how she could have missed it before remembering the maze that the Hogwarts castle seemed to be. "Can yeh tell me 'ow to get there?" Maybe she could hoard a few things to take back with her.
She sipped her hot chocolate as he explained the difference between the two books. "So, 'ow'd I look a fing up in the dict-thingy-majig if I dunno 'ow teh spell it?" Or was it super clever and you could just speak aloud the thing you were looking for to the phonetics book to find out how to spell it first? Regardless, she was sure it'd be easier when he showed her tomorrow.
As for her choice in reading material? "I'd tell yeh if I 'ad that dicti-a-whatty to understand what a female pro-somefing was." She shrugged. "I like girl 'eroines dough." Like when her Pa had made up stories with her in them when she was little. He never had time to do that anymore.
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