Post by Eric Anderson on Feb 22, 2024 0:19:11 GMT -8
At any given moment, within hogwarts castle, Eric was most likely to be found in one of two places: his charms classroom, or the library. It made him predictable, but it also meant that his students could find him easily if they ever needed to find him. Made it easy for anyone to find him really. So it wasn't very unusual for Eric to still be in his classroom even though it would only be an hour or so until dinner was to be served in the great hall.
What was unusual was that his was going through each of the spare textbooks he kept for students to borrow, looking for vandalised books, and magically cleaning them up. In the back of his classroom Eric kept a cupboard full of extra books for students to borrow, whenever they needed them, no questions asked. They were returned about eighty percent of the time.
The ones that did make it back to the cupboard were subjected to monthly inspections when Eric checked their covers, bindings and pages, repairing the damage as he went. It was delicate work, sure one could just attempt to undo the damage wholesale, but by doing so they'd risk removing text or images that belonged on the pages. Eric cared too much, valued books to highly, to not treat them with the utmost care. Just finding notes, and markings and, even worse, doodles all scribbled and scratched all over the pages, well it bothered Eric. But he also understood that he was teaching teenages and children and one could only expect so much of them.
With an annoyed frown and a confused furrow between his brow Eric studied one doodle in particular. He had no idea what it was but he felt like it was meant to be vulgar. But what was it? The man didn't have even the slightest clue. So focused on unraveling the mystery it actually took Eric a moment to realise someone was at the open doorway.
Notes: Open
What was unusual was that his was going through each of the spare textbooks he kept for students to borrow, looking for vandalised books, and magically cleaning them up. In the back of his classroom Eric kept a cupboard full of extra books for students to borrow, whenever they needed them, no questions asked. They were returned about eighty percent of the time.
The ones that did make it back to the cupboard were subjected to monthly inspections when Eric checked their covers, bindings and pages, repairing the damage as he went. It was delicate work, sure one could just attempt to undo the damage wholesale, but by doing so they'd risk removing text or images that belonged on the pages. Eric cared too much, valued books to highly, to not treat them with the utmost care. Just finding notes, and markings and, even worse, doodles all scribbled and scratched all over the pages, well it bothered Eric. But he also understood that he was teaching teenages and children and one could only expect so much of them.
With an annoyed frown and a confused furrow between his brow Eric studied one doodle in particular. He had no idea what it was but he felt like it was meant to be vulgar. But what was it? The man didn't have even the slightest clue. So focused on unraveling the mystery it actually took Eric a moment to realise someone was at the open doorway.
Notes: Open