There is a librarian here who I’m certain is a wizard. I’m not kidding. It’s bad enough this school looks like Hogwarts, they don’t need to start hiring people engaged in the magical arts. Though, I must admit, they did hire him before be became a wizard, or at least, before he took on the appearance of one. The fellow has long white hair that hangs down to his shoulders, whisking about him as he walks. His facial hair, though, is very short, creating a sort of interesting contrast from the neck up. I can’t tell you how many times I come into the library to do work and end up just staring at this man as he sits behind the reference desk. I can’t quite call it stalking yet, because I haven’t been caught.
I always want to go to him with a research question, but I never actually have one when his shift is scheduled. Maybe I should just make one up. Really, though, I just want to ask him to teach me everything and anything he knows; he must know EVERYTHING. I wonder if he has a talking owl?
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Do you remember the day that you and I just stared at him during Saturday brunch? We should do that again sometime.
I think the best part of it was that there was no one there to pull us out of our trance.
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