Hogwarts Librarian Novels & Stories

A simple I’m sorry or an I fucked up wasn’t good enough in this situation. I picked at the fruit and hashbrowns, leaving the burrito for dinner once my appetite returned. As I was packing up the head Librarian appeared at the edge of the table. She was a curvy woman with long hair threaded through with grey. Though we only ever exchanged a handful of words, I knew she was kind. She had started opening the library an hour early just so I didn’t have to wait outside in the heat. She could have easily reported me to faculty for all the potions I’d been testing out, but she hadn’t.

We don't have witch wolves with magical powers in our Village anymore. We are going to need every bit of help we can get, I might be a powerful witch wolve and we might have a whole village of wolve's but we still need the help. We need to bring her to our side and not push her out. "Fine, on another note, I managed to get you an appointment with the head Librarian, I told her that you're a historian and that you were interested in viewing their collection. Now here's the problem, the Grimoire will not be shown or open for viewing but when you are there, you can be able to see it's location." Jonathan said.

The presence of someone distracted her. “Miss...” A soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts. The librarian, who appeared to be an owl, but had a human body, was standing a few steps from her. He seemed hesitant to approach her. “What is it?” She asked as he got up from her current position, as if nothing had happened to her. “Master has ordered me to help you find the book you need.” He replied politely. When she approached the owl, she could see his body was flinching in surprise, as if he didn’t want her to come any closer than she was now.

If it weren’t for Orion’s hand clasped gently over my mouth, I would have screamed. Standing before me was a being not of this world, it’s limbs stretched to the point of breaking, hidden beneath a stained, molded cloak the color of papyrus. It’s face was misshapen and wrinkled, and where it’s eyes should’ve been were two gaping sockets of swirling, churning darkness. It was a Librarian, and it knew we were here.

and moved on before anyone could ask questions. Clara looked at the door and noted where it was and said nothing. Seren appeared at her shoulder as if she had been there all along. "You're memorizing the layout," she said. "I'm paying attention." "It's the same thing." She fell into step beside Clara as Corvan led them toward the training halls. "The restricted section has a different librarian. I asked someone this morning. She's been there for as long as anyone can remember. Some of the sixth-years say she's been there longer than the Academy itself, which is probably not literally true but is interesting as a thing people feel compelled to say."

A portal into a world I’d only ever read about in books. Now, I found excuses and gaps in my timetable to sneak in here. The only place where the whispers and the glares stopped, where I could just shut my brain off in peace. “Hale!” The librarian’s voice made me jolt. “You need to leave.” She was an older lady with greying hair and large spectacles that magnified her hawk like eyes. She reminded me of the librarian from Monsters University. “Yes,” I said quickly, scooping the thick history textbook in my arms. “I’m leaving. Just putting this back.”

Picked up his library card and went to the librarian. "Ahh, Harry? You want to borrow another book?" Greeted Lis, a girl aged 25 years and 2 years older than Harry immediately stood up as she looked at Harry who was walking towards her. It was no secret that the librarian liked Harry so much, that even Harry himself was confused about how the girl knew him. Harry was uncomfortable dealing with him but forsake of Kirey. Harry was willing to face Lis for the books that Kirey had borrowed. The reason he came to this library was also to be able to lend Kirey a lot of books.

* None felt like potential allies. The library was a vast, echoing chamber, smelling of dust, parchment, and beeswax. Tall windows offered grey light, illuminating towering shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A massive oak table dominated the center. An elderly man with a wispy white beard and spectacles perched on his nose looked up from a ledger, surprise registering on his face. “Lady Vivian?” He stood, offering a respectful, if slightly bewildered, bow. Master Fenwick, the castle librarian, according to her borrowed memories. A man who valued his books far more than courtly intrigue. “An unexpected… pleasure. How may I assist you?”

Don’t you agree, Professor Blackwood? He knew the handwriting. It belonged to the new head librarian, the woman with eyes the colour of twilight and a silence that seemed to hum with contained energy. Her name was Elara Vess. She was a witch; it was an open secret in a university that catered to the magically inclined. And she had just lobbed a grenade into the center of his meticulously controlled world. That was the beginning.

“I think so too. Everyone attests to how smart he is. He isn't one known to forgive either.” “Well, we'll keep our fingers crossed for now. My wolf is begging me to run but I don't have a good feeling about it.” Shelly gave me a side glance. “There's something special about your wolf. I feel for now you should calm down pertaining to letting anyone to see your wolf. I know the perfect person to ask.” “Who is that?” “Her name is Hilda, she is the librarian of the headquarters. She seemed to know so much about everything when we met.”