Harry Potter Librarian Pince Novels & Stories

“Forgive me for being late, but will you kindly enlighten me why Miss Diwa is looking like shit, professor?" All of them were surprised by the uncensored profanity of their librarian. Their professor instantly gave the librarian the gist of what was happening and the more Miss Minchin was nodding her head, the paler the girls became. She, on the other hand, was still in shock and cannot think of anything else but how she was worrying people with all of her problems.

"Ms. Paulina, I’m Jasmine Hanzo, and I have stumbled upon secrets, mysteries that have brought me here. I long to unravel their meaning, to understand the hidden tensions and unseen struggles that have been revealed to me. Can you guide me on this journey?" Her smile deepened, a twinkle of recognition in her gaze. "Ah, dear Jasmine, thou hast ventured upon the threshold of a realm surpassing the mundane. I discern the flickering flame of curiosity ablaze within thee. Fret not, for I shall be thy compass. Together, we shall unearth the truths concealed within the pages of this wondrous library." Encouraged by Ms. Paulina's reassuring words, I felt a newfound confidence surging within me. This

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

The restaurants are busy with people getting their coffees for work. I pull into the parking lot and head towards the old building. The large wood doors were hand carved, and I always appreciate their beauty. I look around the room filled with rows of many books; old and new. I am looking for the librarian, her name is Amelia, she had been a very close family friend for years. She is also a very powerful witch. Amelia has the power of telekinesis, which means she can move things with her mind. She should be able to show me newspaper articles that are not available to the public.

IT'S A PRAAAAAANK! It will always left her laughing. Peach giggle when she remember those epic days. "Hi." Peach look at the young lady wearing a different uniform. Peach smile politely at the girl. "Hi, how may I help you?" The girl with a two colored hair smile at her. "I was about to donate this books, but the librarian wasn't in the counter... I kinda thought that you are some assistant or maybe a President in this club?" Peach frown a little. Does she looks like a nerd? Well, maybe her old look but she look differently now.

This doesn't really suits me. He put his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his open palm as he stared at me. He was sitting across me and I have no idea how long he was sitting there. His eyes glimmered in the dark as he smiled. "I'm the librarian, Kieran Hunt." "What?" My eyebrows furrowed. "I thought librarians are supposed to be old and knowledgeable?" I whispered at myself. That's what I saw in every fantasy movies I've watched. I didn't recall any having sexy hot guys like him.

Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did. “Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages. She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from the pattern of her dress, as well as the gentle, elegant gathering of her ebony hair.

He assured everyone that he would send Charles over to the library once their meeting was over and pointed them in the right direction. The library was a grand building just off the main square but despite its size the librarian was the only one who worked there. The librarian was quick to introduce herself as Melissa and she had enormous wings like Jill. Melissa’s wings however, acted more like a dress and draped on the ground flowing elegantly behind her.

The school library is my small haven of peace. The old books stocked on the shelves are nicely arranged by the librarian, Ms Spinster. That's her real name. She's an old white spinster with a heart as black as ink. Probably the reason she's not married. I've never liked her because she's racist. It's precisely 11.00 am and I'm just seated on the wooden chair reading my notes.

That day, after breakfast, I took the satchel containing the broken urn, and made Cassian take me to the library inside the pack house. It was a huge, quiet room with rows and rows of books. At the very back, there were some old scrolls, and more books that looked like they might be restricted. The librarian was a nice old lady who had kept glancing at me until I found a desk out of sight. I got the urn out of the satchel, found two pieces that looked like they matched, and tried to join the edges together. I'd sort of been expecting that something magical would happen. Maybe the pieces would begin to glue themselves back together or something. No such thing happened.