By reading we lived thousands of lives

Living among the books is really easy.
In addition, if someone is willing to pay you just to sit among books, studying them and help others who want to learn something new, you can get a dream come true. At least for one Ravenclaw.

Nadia got up very early in order to care for a library to be in perfect order.
She drank a cup of coffee, then put the glasses and walked through the rows of shelves with books, putting back to the place books that students were simply put down on the table after they are finished, because it was too much torture to return them to their place again.

When finish, she planned to take a book to read. She was for so long time in the world without magic, that each new contact with magical books was almost unreal good.
But even now, Nadia did not use magic.
Instead of waving her wand to book themselves back into place, she was carefully each of them disposing on the shelves where they belong.

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Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

It was a mantra that Baldric Pierson had come to repeat daily, so much so that he was beginning to worry that his daughter’s first word was going to be just that. But, buried underneath a mountain of essays to mark for his students from first to seventh year before they took their exams, it was understandable that Baldric had adopted a new favourite phrase. He was beginning to feel the pressure of being the only history professor in the department and was sorely tempted to solicit Theodore for some help – or at least get him to hire some.

As it was, Baldric had yet to really pluck up the courage to do that. So, after saying goodbye to his husband and babies after breakfast, something which was more difficult that morning than others that week, he apparated to Hogwarts with all of his marking and trudged to the library. He found a table near the Restricted Section, blessedly. Since exam season had begun, the library had been increasingly populated by revising students. It was a bit early yet for them, he conceded as he sunk into his chair, flask of, yes, coffee in hand.

Sighing, he pulled the first essay towards him and blanched at the sight of the scribbly handwriting. A groan bubbled past his lips before he could help himself and his head tipped forward to rest on the table.

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. It wasn’t going to help him today. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.