For the first time, Will noticed the student's white cane. Apparently, whether the student was male or female, he or she was definitely blind. He'd never met anyone disabled before, unless he counted his grandmother who'd been in a nursing home since he was six and she'd broken her hip. Now she had Alzheimer's as well. From what Will understood, she probably wouldn't be around much longer. Then he'd have to go to her funeral.
Which meant going to his parents', something Will never wanted to do, but would because even though they'd never been close and she didn't even know who he was-though his name was the only Grandma ever got sort of right because he'd been named after his grandfather and Grandma sometimes confused Will with him and would call him Bill-but she was still his grandmother and while the librarian would avoid every other family occasion, he felt it would be necessary to pay his respects.
He looked up at the student. Will was sort of...impressed by how functional he or she seemed. Much more so than he himself was and he wasn't blind or deaf or anything, though he did feel sick an awful lot. Will had not been sick that much more than anyone else prior to the attack. It had to be a curse of some kind. Will had been hit with a lot of stuff, after all, not just the Cruciatius Curse. Still, he felt really pathetic.
"Oh, ok." Will replied. It wasn't something the librarian would have thought of doing on his own but it wasn't as if it was beyond the scope of his duties. It was simply that Will didn't think the students, who were adults, would necessarily need him to guide them much. Granted, Will didn't think he was very capable himself but he was an exception. A pitiful one. However, he had not counted on a student being blind and he was willing to help out. "I can do it now." Later in the year, when classes started he might be busier checking out books whereas right now, he was less so.
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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,... more
Sascha cocked his head slightly and clicked again with his tongue, the slight whisper of clothes, the man's shift in positions, all bespoke tension to Sascha. As did an undertone in the man's voice.... more
Sascha blinked, his green-blue eyes very vibrant and unexpected considering his dark hair and features that suggested Asian decent, and an accent that underlined his Asian features. His pupils tended ... more
"Oh, no, it's fine, no imposition at all." Will assured him or her. This was part of his job and he at least had to be able to do what was required of him. Otherwise, he might be fired, when it was a ... more
"Thank you very much, I appreciate your time and assistance," Sascha said with a serene smile. "My name is Sascha Murakami. If we could just start at the front of the library? I'm hoping that there... more