Apr 28, 2011 11:23
Boxes of books. Of course his otherwise-neat office still held several boxes of books. Henry sometimes suspected he could be exiled to a desert island with no human companionship or conveniences, and he'd still have a box or three of old paper to lug home with him when he left.
Not that he minded; he loved his collection, and the things he'd culled from the discards rack at Fandom's library would be worth some bragging rights once they were cleaned up properly. That would be a project to keep him busy in Chicago, until he talked his way back onto staff at the Newbery.
He'd planned to stay through graduation, but Clare got invited to join an exhibit that was hosting an opening reception the same weekend. It was no contest; Clare won. She had to, after he'd spent the last almost-18-months hiding out in Maryland. Besides, he was ready to get home to Alba.
Henry had sent a brief handwavy note to the library staff, letting them know this was his last day, and restrained himself from issuing a final reminder not to go into Special Collections while the librarian's office was empty. By nightfall, he would be gone.
[OOC: Henry's last post in Fandom, If anyone wants to say goodbye!]
packing up