Harry Potter Librarian Pince Novels & Stories

He walked down the hall to the entrance, seeing the beauty of crystals and buildings around them, the librarian looked like a dark elf, long blue hair, blue skin, statuesque body under a name tag and a tight suit, was looking at them curiously. - What would you like? – He questioned. - I'd like to borrow it to read the friends' book. - He asked. - Sorry, due to several theft attempts we will not be able to borrow it for reading. - He said. - So, can I read it inside the building? – He questioned.

I glance swiftly over my shoulder to see if Alexander is following me and notice him shake his head and follow me through. We rush to the library, and I gape at the rows and rows of high book racks that line the hexagonal walls of the library. There is an elderly woman who works as the librarian, and before we can enter the area where the books are kept, she writes my name down on an aged papyrus. Then she gives me a stone with a symbol engraved on it. “Your entrance pass,” She tells me with a serious face, “Show it to me when you take a book home so I can hunt you down should you fail to return.”

I have a list of recommendations on the ones I think we could donate to find space. She wiggles her dark eyebrows at me and I laugh. I like Nancy. She’s sweet and easy to talk to. She stands out at the library because she doesn’t dress like any librarian I’ve ever seen. She looks like a pinup girl. She’s different and as much of a Potterhead as I am. In fact, I think she might have me beat. We are both at the main desk where you check library books in and out. This is pretty much her workspace and desk.