Grayson was bored out of his mind. His first year as a librarian was enjoyable, if not particularly eventful, but now, well into his second year, the perpetual humdrum was making him restless. He needed a goal--something to work toward. The lack of clear ambition in his life made him feel rather useless. The break was nice, but now it was time to get busy again, and he itched for something to latch onto.
After a conversation he'd had with the new potions master, Grayson was currently working toward a small objective: compiling a list of books in the restricted section that could be transcribed by students, if and when he obtained a computer for the library. Many of the books in this section were placed there to keep them safe, as they we're old and fragile. He was attempting to sort these ones from the books that were genuinely dangerous, so that he could organize a system of transcription that wouldn't require constant supervision.
The work was mundane, but at least his goal was clear. He carried with him a complete inventory of titles in the restricted section, and strolled through the aisles, marking the ones that he would rather keep away from students if at all possible.
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