Open RP: In the Library.
There was something amazingly soothing about libraries, even magical ones. It was nice to have a place like this to return to, after flinging around the Universe a few times and making it, in general, a better place. Michael was an exceedingly busy person, but he made time for Hogwarts and the library. He needed breaks like this. Managing cosmos was stressful work; managing books... less so. And besides, it occupied his mind so that he didn't worry needlessly about his students being away on missions. It was pointless to worry. What would be, would be.
Currently Michael was stacking books, and he did it the human way. It was such a wonderfully normal thing to do, and he took some pride and pleasure in it. Michael had never been human, so this was refreshingly new.
Young Matilda sat as usual in her big chair and devoured one thick book after another, while her furby slept by her feet. Michael knew better than to disturb her, and instead only smiled to himself. Having a happy human being there (better yet, a happy child), was like having a little personal heater or a nightlight in the library. In this strange and bizarre environment, she knew exactly who she was and what she liked. Angels always approved of humans like that.
Michael had put out a plate of assorted pastries on a table, hoping it would bring some students to the library. (All the books had, practically enough, been placed under enchantments to make sure they weren't going to get spilled on... Michael was new at the librarian job, but he did know a few things.) He also had plenty of tea. Somehow, he was under the impression that he was expected to drink a lot of tea.
((Feel free to drop by and bother Michael! Since he's powerful, it's more than likely that he'll know your character's name without them telling him, but that's all. He won't confess to knowing anything else about them without mun permission, to avoid godmodding.))
Currently Michael was stacking books, and he did it the human way. It was such a wonderfully normal thing to do, and he took some pride and pleasure in it. Michael had never been human, so this was refreshingly new.
Young Matilda sat as usual in her big chair and devoured one thick book after another, while her furby slept by her feet. Michael knew better than to disturb her, and instead only smiled to himself. Having a happy human being there (better yet, a happy child), was like having a little personal heater or a nightlight in the library. In this strange and bizarre environment, she knew exactly who she was and what she liked. Angels always approved of humans like that.
Michael had put out a plate of assorted pastries on a table, hoping it would bring some students to the library. (All the books had, practically enough, been placed under enchantments to make sure they weren't going to get spilled on... Michael was new at the librarian job, but he did know a few things.) He also had plenty of tea. Somehow, he was under the impression that he was expected to drink a lot of tea.
((Feel free to drop by and bother Michael! Since he's powerful, it's more than likely that he'll know your character's name without them telling him, but that's all. He won't confess to knowing anything else about them without mun permission, to avoid godmodding.))