Library, Thursday, 8/24
For old time's sake, Angela has found one of the signs from last year that tells students to turn in their books before the semester ends or get malleted and hung it on the door. She hasn't thought of what to do if someone really wants to be malleted; hunt down Zero, she supposes.
It also occurs to her that the new librarian, whoever it is, will probably want to use their office as more than a holding cell for junk mail and dust bunnies, so she's slowly, slowly cleaning up in there when she can't find anything better to do, like staring into space or trying to plan out her weekend. It's a little amazing how much fur there still is back there.
[OOC: Open for the last time this summer, sniff.]
It also occurs to her that the new librarian, whoever it is, will probably want to use their office as more than a holding cell for junk mail and dust bunnies, so she's slowly, slowly cleaning up in there when she can't find anything better to do, like staring into space or trying to plan out her weekend. It's a little amazing how much fur there still is back there.
[OOC: Open for the last time this summer, sniff.]