Feeling someone standing over him, Will looked up slowly. He instinctively moved his arm towards his wand, ready to defend himself if need be. It was silly, because if someone wanted to harm him, they wouldn't wait until he was paying attention, they'd just strike. Still, it had become a habit. He lived in constant fear of it happening again, of being attacked.

However, all Will saw was a...guy? girl? He felt bad about it but he wasn't entirely sure which this person was. It didn't really matter, he supposed. Well, it probably did to the person. Will had some issues with this himself. To look at him, one could clearly tell he was male, but he'd suffered a few incidents that made him feel less than manly between the thing with his ex and his general reaction to being tortured and nearly murdered and of course, the Airborne Polyjuice Incident, where he'd actually switched bodies with his female boss.

But it wasn't important to him if this student was male or female. Things like gender had not impact on whether or not Will would help the student. Or whether or not he was going to be attacked either.

He hated himself for even thinking that was a possibility. Not everyone was out to get him. Not everyone knew him. In fact, nobody did except Ava, Blake and Mr. Gramarye probably even remembered his name. Will liked it this way. He'd always been satisfied with near invisibility, even before everything had happened. As a child, he'd constantly felt on display, with his father bragging about Will's intelligence and made a big deal out of it. He'd always been rather shy, and had hated the attention and expectations of his father and teachers.

Then he'd gotten his letter for Salem and had left his tiny hometown in Minnesota. While he was glad to get somewhere where nobody knew him, it had gotten harder to be at home. Will always had the feeling people were whispering about him and felt even more ill at ease with his own family. He'd started refusing to leave the house when he was there and now, with the way he was, the librarian could hardly even handle visiting. Will didn't want his family to see him like this.

He relaxed slightly-though not completely of course, he couldn't relax completely anymore ever-when the student asked about the help desk. "This is it." Will replied. "What can I do for you?" He asked, managing a smile. It was best to mask how he really felt, not about the student, who wasn't bothering him in the least, but inside.