A Little Rest PV Caradoc

◈Being Startled Awake◈
@Caradoc Browne

At first the gentle tapping entered her dreams. A hazy door with a visitor outside of it. There were no other walls in this dream, no ceiling. Just a rounded wooden door amidst a cloudy grey fog of existence. It was gentle, a polite question to enter her consciousness. Though this door did not come with a peep hole. Even if she tried to look around it, something would stop her. Her hand wrapped around the knob of the door, a deep breath taken, then a slow open-SLAM.

Robyn's head jolted up, gasping in fear as her hand went to grab her wand from inside her cardigan. Her other hand rushed to shove her hair that had inconveniently fallen in front of her eyes, skewing her vision of the man in front of her. He was familiar. Someone she had seen in passing at the table in the Great Hall but never spoken to. A steady hand rested on the inside of her cardigan, wrapped around the hilt of her wand. She had made a mistake falling asleep, and it was a mistake she wasn't exactly ready to pay for. Senses were slowly clicking back on, vision was already working on taking in her surroundings. Touch held a vice grip on her wand. Hearing was next, clicking to life as he spoke. There was a vague scratching noise but she assumed that to be Artemis somewhere.

As he offered his hand in greeting, she slowly unwrapped her hand from her wand and gave him a gentle handshake. "Robyn Finley, librarian. Though, you've already figured that out. I try not to make a habit of it. Generally produces quite a sore neck to work with the next day." Her neck craned to see what Artemis was up to with all the scratching noises and instead found one that was not hers. "Oh. That's not mine. But, lovely to meet your companion. As mine is now... wherever she may be." There was a large library for Artemis to get lost in, especially with no students to avoid. A sharp whistle summoned Artemis, although it took a few moments for her to get there. The small eastern screech owl ended up landing squarely on her shoulder, peering at Caradoc with the piercing gaze of a huntress. "This is Artemis."

Robyn missed the interaction between Caradoc and his owl as she gently moved Artemis from her shoulder to a perch that rested behind the desk for her. A small blush spread across the unnatural ginger's cheeks as he asked a question of concern for her, just from this one incident. 'Bad impression." The thought was quickly shaken from her head as he followed up the concern with the hags that seemed to roam the school grounds. "Ah, feel free to call me Robyn. But, yes. I'm feeling quite alright. I just don't know when to quit sometimes here. I'm terribly aware of the situation I've put myself in. The students have me pulling more books about hags than I ever thought would be warranted. Some of these waitlists are quite long." Her gaze shifted to the stacks of paperwork keeping track of the students trying to be prepared. "I've even had a student suspect I was one." She chuckled lightly, quickly cut off by a somber sigh. "What brings you into the library so late at night Mr. Browne?" Her dull and tired eyes returned to his. It's not like the doors were left wide open at this time, there must've been a reason for his late night visit besides just trying to find her sleeping on the job.

◈Trying Her Best◈
@Caradoc Browne

As the girl could never stop working, even in a conversation about how she should get better at managing her time and work, she started to idly clean up the desk as they talked. Of course she was still polite and made the appropriate amount of glances towards the man that sat across from her. A mental task came up to try and actually get to know the rest of the staff. It would be no use to her when she would eventually come to need help, and no one to turn to. A slight bobbing of her head begun as he spoke about the patrols tightening, that would make sense. Better to catch the dangers early before they got to the students again. It was a wonder how Hogwarts hadn't been shut down yet, but a part of her heart knew through all the danger she would fight for this place to stay open.

There was a brief pause in her working hands at the mention of a coven even within the castle. There was a longer glance this time, searching for some indicator of something on Caradoc's face. Though, even she was unaware of what she was looking for. "I can't imagine what that was like, and I hope you all- and I suppose me now, or anyone, doesn't have to face that again. Terrifying creatures, hags are." She wasn't too well versed on them until recently when she felt it would be a neglect of duties not to know about them. "I thought between when I graduated Hogwarts to now, there would be no danger to worry about. I suppose that wouldn't fit Hogwarts reputation, now would it?" A small giggle couldn't help but escape her lips.

With his comment about her working, her hands completely stopped and drew to her lap. "I don't think many jobs usually have to say something about someone staying too long. Not wanting to leave. Most of my colleagues through my years at working at libraries were always ones to leave as soon as they could. At one job I was quite literally forbidden from picking up hours at some point." Her fingers traced over the spine of the book that was in front of her, a wandering and lost gaze drifted over the stacks in the library. "A library has always felt like home. More so than any place I've actually lived in. As silly as that may be. So, it's a bit harder to leave. It's hard to kick out the students wandering around curfew, because I understand why they want to stay. Even if it's just to finish an assignment."

There was a deep sigh as she turned to look back at him, "My time in a library has never felt like work. Especially when I'm living in the castle currently anyway. It's easy to pop between the two as needed." Sleep deprivation made her into a drunken rambler. Saying things she would never say if she was otherwise well rested. "I suppose maybe a thank you is in order, for checking on this dusty place while I'm not supposed to be here. Even if it is part of your job of patrols." Just because it was asked of someone, required, didn't mean it should go thankless. He was up just as late as she was, though for completely different reasons of obligation. One to their job, the other to themselves.

◈Interacting◈
@Caradoc Browne

The mention of a developing reputation had a single butterfly flitting in her stomach. That's right. She was no longer a faceless student among hundreds anymore. People would notice her, students, the other staff, even her assistants in the library. Students would be looking to her for the map to the knowledge they so eagerly sought after. The other staff would be looking and watching to see if she was a capable person at her job, especially being so young. "I suppose a reputation is inevitable, yes." She anxiously smoothed out her pants that definitely didn't need smoothing, her eyes looking to her Artemis on the perch who was preening herself. Perhaps Robyn needed to do more preening, emotionally, to seem more competent. Though, no one had given her any indicator to be worried.

A curious eyebrow quirked up at the mention of an evil. Were the hags not the only issue? She seemed to stutter and stumble over her next words. With the more Caradoc spoke, the more she was worried about her capabilities not only as a librarian... but as a protector. "Mm, yes a h-home. Not much good if it's threatened by e-evil." She cleared her throat, as if that would rid her of the nervous habit that plagued her since she was a child. "Are there... other evils? That I should be c-concerned about? The students seem to be worried a-as is. So much... defensive research for their age." Defensive books seemed to be flying off the shells as soon as they got on the shelves, especially books about hags that were ever requested.

A small grin couldn't help but make it's way onto her face as she saw him searching for her living quarters, at least that's what she assumed he was looking for with the context. "Not in here. Although, not a bad option. I have place hidden away on the fifth floor. Tucked a-away from everyone. It's a humble abode in definition, bed, desk, closet. No need for a kitchen with the Great Hall." Her gaze lowered to her hands that had gone back to her folded position before regaining eye contact with the Head of House in front of her. "Right near my old house, brings back memories." She spoke as if she hadn't been out of Hogwarts for a mere ten years, but rather like it was a lifetime of memories ago. A faint wisp of an idea in her mind. It felt quite distant now that she had begun her life exploring the world, or various libraries, as an adult.

◈Interacting◈
@Caradoc Browne

Robyn couldn't help but lean slightly forward as Caradoc recounted his days when he attended Hogwarts. The stuff he spoke of was history to her, something they learned about in school. Of course Harry Potter was the person that was focused on, but what was lost was the children like Caradoc who was just in his third year when the war happened. The librarian felt even luckier that she never had to live through it at all. School had already been hard enough for her without a raging war smack in the middle of it. Her head slowly nodded as he spoke of the possibilities of magic, the good and evil it could bring out of people. There were always people that were keen on the darker arts, for what reason she tried not to think about too much. She always tried to chock it up to a morbid curiosity rather than research for something.

"Humans are imperfect e-even without a magic. Add that in and many things can happen, as evident by many... many books that have b-been written." She motioned to the stacks behind her. The stories, especially fiction, with a common theme of magic in the wrong hands was a popular one. "But yes, I attended Hogwarts from 2004 to 2011. I'm currently 27." She knew she was of the younger staff at Hogwarts, and this was definitely too much information that Caradoc probably cared to know.

She couldn't help the small blush that scattered on her cheeks as it seemed that he would put her in a different house than the one she was assigned to as a child. "Ah, yeah. I always thought I belonged in R-Ravenclaw myself but, the hat is never wrong. Both my brother and I were Gryffindor kids. He fits the profile much more than I do. Shows just how diverse the houses can be w-with the students in it." A small shrug, over time she had slowly come to terms with her own form of existing within the brave and bold. "Usually I do make it up there. Today was an anomaly. I p-promise." This was not a part of the reputation that she wanted to build. Especially since Caradoc seemed so concerned for her. Just in this interaction alone she could tell how good of a Head of House he probably was. "I'll manage my time more efficiently from here on out so this doesn't happen again. Which it won't. I'm in as good of condition as ever." She had a light, shy smile on her face. This wasn't the worst first meeting she could've had, but it could've gone better.