Reason for Restriction

Pervious Hazard · Reason for Restriction

Pervious sat back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, and took one last swig of firewhiskey before burping loudly and sticking the bottle back inside his 'drawer of wonders'. He had been sitting in the same spot for the better part of an hour and hadn't come across a single living soul the entire time. He was bored out of his ass fifteen minutes into it and it was then he decided to call on a little friend to help pass the time.

He stood wearily and stretched his legs out a bit before proceeding to the restricted section. He had no idea why the Headmaster made such a fuss about students being in this particular part of the library. Why even call it the restricted section? The books were all pretty ordinary looking to him. In fact, the entire library was plain and ordinary, completely lifeless. No, something had to be done about this.

He went back to his desk and slipped open his 'drawer of wonders' and pulled out a stack of magazines. Nothing says RESTRICTED better than the lovely ladies of Wicked Witches. He first began by filling all the vacant spaces in the restricted section. He then slipped several copies between the pages of books on love potions as well as other books students commonly borrowed. He kept the last copy for himself and spent the remainder of his time looking through it.

Regina Gaunt

Regina entered the library under the ruse of wanting to verify the newest shipment of Most Potente Potions textbooks for unprepared students. Of course she really wanted to set her eyes on the latest member of the staff, though she would die before ever admitting it. Rumor had it this person wasn't even a real professor or had any kind of experience in the academic community. Curious as to what exactly Michael Dunbar had stooped to in hiring this person, and how desperate for staff he really was, she decided to leave the security of the dungeons and come take a look for herself.

She frowned at the sight before her, a middleaged man, smelling of some alchohol and browsing through a magazine as if he hadn't a care in the world. As if there were no books to be sorted, covers to be repaired, inventory to be reviewed. Even Regina knew that much had to be done, even if she never worked in the library herself, except for her own research.

Carelessly, her hand grazed the corner of the desk, sweeping of a small bronze bell, and the clang it made as it hit the floor flooded the silent library. She gave a small catlike smile.

"Ahem"

Pervious Hazard

Pervious was so absorbed in the magazine that he wasn't even aware of Regina's presence until the sound of the bell sent him flying out of his seat.

"Dear God! You scared me half to death." Thankfully, Pervious had not gone into cardiac arrest and died right there on the spot. There were far too many women left in the world that he had yet to seduce.

He took only a moment to regain his composure. He was clearly embarrassed, first impressions were very important to him. After stuffing the magazine into the drawer, he faced her once again and introduced himself.

"Forgive me my dear, I don't believe we have met. Pervious Hazard at your service. How may I be of service to you?"

Zhanita Dragontamer

Zhanita entered the library quietly. You'd never think someone of her bulk could move so silently, but years of experience had taught her well. She dropped a huge stack of books onto the return section of the desk.

"From the previous professor," she explained, and tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. She moved past them to the restricted section, she needed some specific texts on poisons and antidotes. For class, of course.

Regina Gaunt

Regina scowled and tapped her fingers on the table. How could he be of service? Dumb bastard, what a loaded question. Thoughts of him self immolating filled her mind, and a scary smile graced her face for a fleeting moment.

"You can start by DOING YOUR JOB that you are being paid for and WAKING UP! Pay some attention to your surroundings before the entire third year sneaks into the restricted section while YOU sit back and read recreational magazines."

The Defense teacher passed and Regina had to stifle the urge to lift the letter opener and plunge it deeply into the other woman's chest. Bitch. Conniving bitch who stole the job that should be right fully hers. Well, that wouldn't last long.

She turned back to Pervious and collected her thoughts. "You. I need editions of Most Potente Potions. The following years: 1980-1982, 1930-1976. Do you think you are capable of that, at least?"