A world-hopping adventure roleplay between Luxglyph and Minibit The library was quiet tonight. The thought came to Harrison as he pushed the old, squeaking cart past the row of tall book shelves, a pile of binded books and rolled scrolls stacked neatly on top of each other. The squeaking was particularly loud that night, and he noticed it was echoing back at him from the tall ceiling. He made a mental note to order some oil for the next shipment as he mused over the lack of warm bodies that usually filled the grand building full of information. The weekly reports announced a storm tonight, and lightly most of the regulars decided to hold off their visit for another day and opted to return to the safety of their home before the clouds broke and the rain spilled out. As if on cue with his thoughts, a soft rumble of thunder broke through the dense wood of the library walls and challenged his squeaky wheels for most impressive echoes. The cart stilled and he checked his pocket watch. The reports were almost always accurate, down within fifteen minutes, and time was running out. Now was a good time to check the front desk and do some final rounds. It was an hour before closing, but no one would mind if he closed up early. He left the squeaky cart in the section its precious cargo belonged to before he found his way back towards the front desk. A familiar, and an unfortunate regular, was already waiting with a stack of thick scrolls in her arms. He forced a smile on his face as she rounded her hard eyes upon him. "I've been waiting," She scowled with her pinched, thin lips. "Yes, sorry, Mistress," Harrison managed to keep his smile as he rounded the desk just in time for the woman to settle the pile onto the desk - far gentler than one might expect from looking at her hard pointed edges and furious eyes, but Harrison knew that if the woman could love anything, it was her own research subjects. She was a professor and lead theorist of the University. She was likely author or co-author in at least a hundred books in this library. Perhaps that was why he never minded her scowling and her upturned nose at him. She didn't call him names, like some of the others did, and he suspected that she treated everyone like she treated him, and that was a little encouraging. It was more than most gave him. He quickly sorted the scrolls as he mused over that line of thought. He was the second child and first son to Henry and Aviana Locke, a name earned for the generation of lock spell makers Henry was born from, and what Harrison had been expected to continue, until he was tested. No magic potential. That was the final reading when he had been examined at two. It read the same at five, eight, thirteen and at last at eighteen, but by then he was already quite certain of the fact and it really didn't bother him any longer. Oh, it had broken his parents hearts at first. After all, less than two percent of the world's population were like Harrison and it made things quite difficult. Everything was built so completely on top of the magic elements that nothing was left without. Lights, doors, clocks, trains, sky ships, newspapers, books, paintings, roads, even the precious locks his father took such pride in creating. Nothing was made without magic, so what might Harrison do instead, when he couldn't even switch on a light properly? But then Harrison's little brother was born and his parents breathed a collective sigh of relief. His father often joked that Davey got all the magic potential that skipped over Harrison, and that was fine. It made his parents happy, gave his father someone to train up and take his place in his prestigious line of locksmiths. Better yet, it took the attention off Harrison, and he.. well.. he got by just fine. At eighteen, his classmates were dividing off into trade schools and universities. Off to learn the finer details of their chosen fields of study, while Harrison.. didn't. It wasn't for lack of trying, he wanted to learn, at least in theory, the laws and orders behind the strange force that was 'magic', but no school would accept him, and most ignored the letters he sent to them. It was disappointing, to say the least, but his brother was growing older, his elder sister already educated and living her own life, so he couldn't let himself sit and stagnate. He left his family, his familiar town, and moved to Lainiar, a grand and wonderful city filled with people who had absolutely no idea who he was or what his potential might be. He got by, working for the central library and earning enough for tge small room in the library's upper floor. He made friends, survived the day to day, even took lovers. He kept house plants, and when he had the time he read the books about magic theory that he had been denied from the schools. He was average and he was happy for it. It was all he really ever wanted. Another thunderous roll, louder this time, echoed overhead and the woman sniffed impatiently. Harrison quickly finished off the receipt with, perhaps, a little sloppier hand writing than he usually allowed, but he boxed up the scrolls and pressed the lid over them to protect them from the whether. "Be careful out there," He encouraged as the woman touched the box and allowed the magical energies lift the weighted box for her. She cast him a distracted glance, and a nod, before she departed from the library proper. Right. Harrison brushed a hand down his vest before he glanced around. Thunder was coming quicker now, and any minute now the - ah, there it was. The familiar patter of rain began to clatter against the roof and windows. It would be much louder in his rented room, but he liked it that way, it often lulled him to sleep. A few last minute visitors had left while he was assisting the mistress, but he needed to ensure the place was completely empty before he locked up. Perhaps someone capable of magic could simply weave a spell to assess the life forms within the building, but he was stuck with the good, old fashion way.