whistle while you work {open}

[logan james davenport]

The library had fallen quiet once more, curfew was right around the corner, but there were a few stragglers hanging around- though they were the most devout of pupils, as Logan knew that not terribly much was assigned during September. Nevertheless, he had begun straightening up, pushing a cart and whistling quietly as he paced through the shelves and putting the books back where they belonged. Sure, this could be done quite easily with a spell, but Logan found something immensely satisfying about putting each title away by hand, like a mother dotingly tucking her children into bed. And the way he saw it, these were his books, and they as well as his cats, were his babies.

Of course, Logan was short, so at a point it became inevitable that he was no longer able to reach the shelves where they belonged, then he would flick his wand to send them back. He continued whistling, using a rag to clean one of the ledges of the shelf, stopping in order to go around one of his cats, the orange tabby, Grinch. He mewed in an almost offended manner. "Oh, h-have it, th-then," said Logan, digging into his pocket for a cat treat. After eating it, Grinch was agreeable enough to let Logan scratch him behind his ears.

Logan was convinced that the cat hated everyone, and only tolerated him, but he loved the feline's distinct, sour personality, it was endearing in a way. With one last pat of the cat, Logan continued putting books away and doing his dusting, becoming so wrapped up in his work that he didn't notice another person in the aisle between the shelves until he had nearly ran them over with his cart. Logan was able to stop it just in time, however, and peered around the tall stack of books. "S-Sorry, there," Logan said to...