Post by Gabriel Oliver Whittington on Nov 28, 2012 14:52:16 GMT -5
Gabriel had lost his glasses again. Or perhaps they’d been stolen. The latter remained to be seen.
There was no one else in the library except for himself, so Gabriel felt no shame in hunkering down on his hands and knees to scour the ground for his glasses. Luckily for him, Hogwarts was generally well-kept. Presently he crouched underneath a desk in one of the many study corners of the library. With difficulty, he squinted his eyes as if doing so would magically give him a momentary bout of perfect eyesight. What made looking for lost glasses particularly annoying was the lack of actually being able to see. His world, for the past thirty minutes or so, was a daze indistinguishable bookshelves and blurry colors blending into one another. The overhanging shadows in the various corners of the library added to the already difficult task.
He had only been employed as the new librarian since the very the end of October, and it had come as quite a surprise to him. The former librarian had begun the term, but had quickly and mysteriously resigned, citing ‘personal reasons.’ Whatever those reasons were, Gabriel was no less grateful. He had been scavenging every knut and sickle he could find since his rare and magical book shop had gone under. It would not have been a stretch to say he had been living like a rat in Hogsmeade. Needless to say, when Gabriel received the owl from Headmaster Dumbledore requesting his immediate services for the Hogwarts library, he accepted without hesitation.
Quite frankly, the position was his dream job aside from owning his own bookshop, which had obviously and unfortunately been a failure on his part. The only thing was, since he had gotten here, some of the students had clearly made it their mission to ‘haze’ the new faculty member. Already his glasses had been stolen on four occasions. He would set them down to clean them, be distracted by books that needed putting up or a student with a question, and when he turned back around, they would be gone. The first time this had happened, Gabriel had gone into a mild panic. He retraced his every step in search of them, but without success. By the end of the day, however, they’d suddenly turn back up. Never one for controversy, Gabriel just assumed he’d misplaced them. But when it kept happening, he grew increasingly certain this was a hoax.
As he wriggled free from underneath the table, he bumped his head hard against the pointed edge. “Blast!” he cursed loudly and was suddenly grateful that all the students were either in the midst of their daytime classes or in the Great Hall for a late breakfast. The last thing he needed, as a new teacher, was a report against him for “foul language.”
Withdrawing his wand from the inside pocket of his coat, he commanded wearily, “Accio glasses.” He waited for a beat or two, and then sighed with disappointment. He hadn’t expected the Summoning spell to work, as it hadn’t in the past. Students had become especially crafty and no doubt had cast a protective charm of some kind to prevent such a solution. Gabriel suspected that as he settled into his new position, the pranks would eventually dissipate.
There was no one else in the library except for himself, so Gabriel felt no shame in hunkering down on his hands and knees to scour the ground for his glasses. Luckily for him, Hogwarts was generally well-kept. Presently he crouched underneath a desk in one of the many study corners of the library. With difficulty, he squinted his eyes as if doing so would magically give him a momentary bout of perfect eyesight. What made looking for lost glasses particularly annoying was the lack of actually being able to see. His world, for the past thirty minutes or so, was a daze indistinguishable bookshelves and blurry colors blending into one another. The overhanging shadows in the various corners of the library added to the already difficult task.
He had only been employed as the new librarian since the very the end of October, and it had come as quite a surprise to him. The former librarian had begun the term, but had quickly and mysteriously resigned, citing ‘personal reasons.’ Whatever those reasons were, Gabriel was no less grateful. He had been scavenging every knut and sickle he could find since his rare and magical book shop had gone under. It would not have been a stretch to say he had been living like a rat in Hogsmeade. Needless to say, when Gabriel received the owl from Headmaster Dumbledore requesting his immediate services for the Hogwarts library, he accepted without hesitation.
Quite frankly, the position was his dream job aside from owning his own bookshop, which had obviously and unfortunately been a failure on his part. The only thing was, since he had gotten here, some of the students had clearly made it their mission to ‘haze’ the new faculty member. Already his glasses had been stolen on four occasions. He would set them down to clean them, be distracted by books that needed putting up or a student with a question, and when he turned back around, they would be gone. The first time this had happened, Gabriel had gone into a mild panic. He retraced his every step in search of them, but without success. By the end of the day, however, they’d suddenly turn back up. Never one for controversy, Gabriel just assumed he’d misplaced them. But when it kept happening, he grew increasingly certain this was a hoax.
As he wriggled free from underneath the table, he bumped his head hard against the pointed edge. “Blast!” he cursed loudly and was suddenly grateful that all the students were either in the midst of their daytime classes or in the Great Hall for a late breakfast. The last thing he needed, as a new teacher, was a report against him for “foul language.”
Withdrawing his wand from the inside pocket of his coat, he commanded wearily, “Accio glasses.” He waited for a beat or two, and then sighed with disappointment. He hadn’t expected the Summoning spell to work, as it hadn’t in the past. Students had become especially crafty and no doubt had cast a protective charm of some kind to prevent such a solution. Gabriel suspected that as he settled into his new position, the pranks would eventually dissipate.
