There is work to be done [Tag: Monitor and Assistants]
by Natalie Simms
Midterm had come and gone. After a rather uneventful midterm with her parents – not that she was complaining – she was finally back to the place she loved the most…the Library. Her parents weren’t that comfortable around her only daughter, she knew that it would take time to adjust to her preferences but she was willing to give them the time to get used to the idea because she loved them and still needed them even when she was a grown-up (well, sort of). Plus, Natalie hated when her life got more complicated than it normally was, so she worked hard on leaving it in the normal complicated level she was used too.
But now she was back at Sonora and work waited for her. She left her room in very good spirits; the red-head had tied her hair up in a ponytail which bounced with every step she took. Out of professionalism she was sporting green robes (she had acquired over the holidays). She rolled the sleeves to her elbows in the trajectory to her work place. She smiled, she really loved this place. The people were so nice and welcoming. It was nice to be here and she hoped she would stay for a long time.
Natalie entered the Library and sighed in content, this was her favorite place in the world. It was filled with knowledge and the wisdom of the ages. She smiled and merrily made her way to her desk to start on what she was sure would be a very long day. The students that stayed for midterm had used the Library and the books had stayed out of their places. She frowned because there was a lot of work to be done. Piles of books where out of their rightful places and she didn’t like it one bit, an unorganized Library equaled an incomplete one. People would not get the service they deserved.
This was the reason she had sent a note to the students that were part of the Library Program. She needed the extra help organizing everything. She sat down on her desk and took out some parchment; she had other things to work on. She was grateful for this program, she really was.
Once she heard the students coming – since she had scheduled the appointment – she looked up and smiled at them. She left her seat and walked towards them
“Hello,” her hazel eyes looked at them, “Okay, here is the thing. I need help in placing the used books over midterm in their rightful place and to keep a watch while I tend to some paperwork that needs to be handed,” she smiled brightly again, “I will be at my desk for anything you might need, Mr. Nash is the Monitor. So, he is in charge while I am busy. I hope you have fun. You know where the out-of-place books are.”
She turned around and made her way to the desk. She was glad she had the students to help her out.
0Natalie SimmsThere is work to be done [Tag: Monitor and Assistants]0Natalie Simms15
When he returned from Midterm, Daniel had noticed the large stack of unsorted returned books, on his way back to the Aladren Commons. He almost wished he'd stayed over midterm to prevent it from getting that bad, but then he wouldn't have been able to buy his new broom, and he really liked his new broom.
In any event, the summons from Ms. Simms did not come as a great shock to him. He arrived at the appointed time, and was again unsurprised by anything she said. He almost apologized for not making sure one of them was taking care of this sort of thing over break, but he wasn't sure it would have been entirely within his authority to order somebody to stay over midterm if none of them were going to be there anyway.
"Okay, guys," Daniel began, once he was left in charge, and then looked around at his Assistants and realized he was wrong. "Girls," he corrected himself. "We'll start by sorting the books, so we can put them away as efficiently as possible. We'll work in pairs to actually return them to their respective shelves. Me and Mariana will be one, since we're the tallest and shortest." Though Jera had a year on Daniel, he'd shot up in the last few months (thank God he knew enough spells to keep his clothes fitting perfectly, else his pants would likely end three or four inches above where they ought to by now) and he'd overtaken the older girl.
He also trusted Jera and Taylor to put things away correctly without his supervision, which he couldn't entirely say for the young first year he'd paired himself with, but that wouldn't be politic to point out so bluntly. So 'tallest and shortest' was going to have to be enough of an explanation.
"Okay, let's get to it then. We'll make piles for each section. So, DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Creatures, Divination, Fiction, and Sports." He figured those were the ones most likely to have been checked out over vacation. "If we find a book doesn't fit into any of those, just put it with the subject it's geographically closest to in the stacks."
The musky smell of books filled her nostrils as she moved through the aisles, content in finding whatever books were out of place. She already had a few in her arms, only potions and transfiguration so far, and a few floating in the air, trailing behind her. The older Aladran boy, Daniel, she remembered from the list, was nearby. She was fine with working in pairs, though usually it meant speaking with your partner. As for the present moment, she had no desire to do so. Which was why she was so glad they were in the library. It was quiet, and talking was generally something you didn't do. Which was exactly what she needed.
Mariana took in a deep breath and sighed, content. She could honestly say her midterm wasn't horrible. She stayed there, because her parents were on vacation in the Bahamas, and shed have it no other way. For the most part she spent the weeks with her books beside her as well as her writings. She liked writing about the holidays, though it usually wasnt about her family. It was more about the snow, or the general feeling of happiness and splendor of the holidays.
But other than that, midterm had been rather lonely. She shrugged to herself. Whatever. She was not about to get all depressed just when she had promised herself to be happy, and to enjoy herself for once. With a determined look on her face, Mariana continued on her task, though stopped, unsure if Daniel had said anything or not. She listened for a moment, waiting for him to either continue, or to hear the shuffling of books behind her.