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Well now, look what crawled out of my archive. I think I'll adorn my desk with it for now. It is still positively tame compared to my youth, but it will do.

You know, my darlings, I didn't plan on becoming the reason students and colleagues forget how to breathe - to become the fantasy of half the castle, if you will - but one can hardly argue with destiny.

However, I can reassure you that I will continue to carry this noble, utterly skin-tight dignity. With impeccable posture and absolutely no shame.

Now be a dear, close your mouth, and open a book, or I'll have to give you something else to occupy it.

#Scribner decorates her workplace.#If you're going to beg do it in cursive.#Scribner's patience is thin but her tights are even thinner.

Scribner would you please put something in my black hole? Nothing’s slipped inside for quite a bit :(

Hear, hear! A needy hole left aching and empty? Unforgivable in my eyes. Do not worry, darling. Yours truly will be sure to give you a big, tight stuffing. I have a few things that might fill your void rather nicely. You won't be able to close it by morning.

Expect a tight fit, of course. I don't waste my time on small playthings, sweetheart.

#Scribner scribbles.#I know exactly what you like and what you need.#Scribner does not only fill her own holes.

*a mysterious gentleman slips a note to the insatiable librarian that reads:*

Let’s make this night like a horror movie. Loud, messy, and with someone getting choked~

Oh, how deliciously graphic. You certainly know how to pitch a plot, darling. I do adore a gentleman with genre-specific intentions.

You may proceed... but do pace yourself, darling. I wouldn't want you to finish before the opening credits roll.

Oh! Let me know if I shall bring the rope, or if your trembling hands will do the honours. My collection is… extensive, but curated.

#Scribner scribbles.#Not all screams are from fear.#Scribner hopes you brought a safe word.

WHERE IS HE

Miss Oak, this is still a library, my dear - do try to keep your volume down.

As for Mr. Chump… I believe he mentioned something about surrendering his fate. But since you're looking for him anyway, be a dear and deliver these to him, would you? I tied them myself - one of my many talents, as it happens.

Oh, and do take this one as well: "Tie Me, Tease Me: The Dom of My Dreams."

Page twelve explains how to undo my knot. If you make it that far.

#Scribner scribbles with #Miss Oak.#My knots are tighter than the grip of my thighs.#Scribner ties things up nicely.

Ye got anything on “Femdom” ? In big letters and with pictures

Can’t read very well

Ah, Mr. Chump. Darling. I think you're forgetting with whom you're speaking. Do I have anything on Femdom? Please. I practically invented the genre.

You'll find several excellent works right behind the green velvet curtain, all most accommodating to the illiterate. Might I suggest "Stiletto Discipline," "Heel Me, Honey," or the ever-popular "Yes, Madam: A Visual Guide to Obedience." All in large print. All with very vivid illustrations.

But if you consider yourself a true patron of the arts - well. I do have something exceptional for you, Mr. Chump. Hidden in my private stacks.

"The Governess's Grip," "Cane Me Softly," "The Corseted Command," and "Illustrated Obedience: Volume IV." Each one is written by yours truly, and contains my personal sketches of the finest moments. And finest parts.

I also offer art lessons after hours, if you're keen. I'm an excellent model. Flexible, too.

#Scribner scribbles with #Mr. Chump.#My strokes are masterful.#Scribner dares you to turn the page.

#Scribner twirls with #Bohnes: Slither.#Spotify #Scribner hits the dance floor.#Scribner slithers.

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Wren in the restricted section nextdoor:

"well, someone's peckish..."

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Oh, Miss Zhang, if your flabbers are this easily gasted, I dread to think what would happen should I start the second verse. Now be a dear and bring that mop over here. I've made such a mess, and I could use a firm hand.

#Scribner scribbles with #Miss Zhang.#Hands where I can see them.#Scribner sings it like she means it.

#Scribner jests.#If these walls could blush.#Scribner's surfaces may be clean but her thoughts are still filthy.

Personal Log – Entry #487

17th Hour. Post-Lunch. Still peckish.

My dearest diary,

Oh, what a delightful little treasure I stumbled upon in the Transfiguration classroom today. Abandoned. Glossy. Sinfully slippery. Naturally, I obliged.

Slipped it right under my skirt for safekeeping - between warm thighs and warmer memories. The heat and the gentle sway of my hips did wonders to the contents, I must say.

With every slow drip and warm trickle down my leg, a vivid recollection surfaced. Like yesterday's breakfast. Or last week's scandal. Or the particularly reckless use of clotted cream during that faculty meeting in '78. Delicious.

I walked more slowly than necessary and took the long way back. Let the warmth spread. One must keep oneself entertained. I let the students wonder why the scent of browned butter lingered behind me. At one point, a rather flustered Professor Shah asked if I'd taken up new perfume. I simply smiled.

Ah, what a day. I may be forced to write a new volume tonight: The Forbidden Crock: Creamed Between the Sheets.

—A. Scribner Purveyor of Literature, Lubrication, and Loose Morals

#Scribner scribbles #in her diary.#You should've seen me yesterday.#Scribner knows where to spread it.

[Laying on the centre of the librarian's desk you find a folded parchment letter sealed with wax. The seal stamp design is nondescript and unknown to you.]

Rumour has it that you enjoy collecting, shall we say, rare curiosities. Should it interest you, I spotted a rather unique, incredibly slippy butter dish in the Transfiguration classroom today. No one has claimed ownership. I suggest you hurry if you would like to stake your claim on it.

My dear informant,

How deliciously mysterious. You do know how to pique an old woman's interest - and appetite.

I do have a weakness for items that glide across surfaces with little resistance. A slippy butter dish, you say? What a delicious prospect. I shall investigate immediately.

You have a good eye - I might have to keep a closer watch on you.

Warmly, A. Scribner

#Scribner scribbles with #an unknown connoisseur of fine things.#I like them slick.#Scribner wonders what else you've been watching.

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I absolutely adore hot cocklate. Aw yeah. From the rich, glorious liquid, to the creamy white stuff on top that goes absolutely everywhere.

Don't look at it like that. I didn't say you could have some.

Too late.

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#Scribner keeps an eye on #Mr. Montrose.#I'm starting to develop an appetite.#Scribner wouldn't say no to a little treat.

Nonna, will you teach us how to make your special sauce?

Oh, my special sauce? My dear, that recipe has been perfected over decades - a careful balance of heat, a very firm grip on your whisk, and just the right touch to make it throb with flavour.

But if you're truly eager, come closer. I only teach those willing to get their hands messy and taste as they go. I might even let you stir the pot while I supervise from behind.

#Scribner scribbles.#Perhaps one day I'll let you slip into my private kitchen.#Scribner's recipe book is sticky on some pages.

#Scribner jests.#I always find a touch of filth sharpens the wit.#Scribner's humour is best enjoyed behind closed doors.

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I am a man of class, you know!

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I do adore a gentleman who knows which fork to use. And precisely where to put it.

#Scribner catches sight of #Mr. Moon.#I do enjoy testing a gentleman's poise under pressure.#Scribner can't help but wonder just how quickly that composure would crumble if she decided to test it.

#Scribner twirls with #Shy Smith: Soaked.#Spotify #Scribner hits the dance floor.#Scribner jiggles.

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Flying Off The Shelves

I just find it cute she mentions him in her diary, I wonder if he’s a regular entry

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"Those flaming red curls upon my..."

Miss Blume certainly doesn't hold back. I do adore a writer brave enough to leave nothing (and I mean nothing) to the imagination.

#Scribner keeps an eye on #The new fifth year and #Miss Blume.#Extra points to Gryffindor.#Scribner advises the new fifth year not to be shy.

Madam! You have such ... beauteous eyes! Sometimes I'm unsure if I am drowning in them voluntarily or you put some charm on me ... Please, do something, I literally haven't slept in 24 hours...

Oh, my sweet insomniac, such flattery. Like I always say: Keep coming.

But truly, if you find yourself drowning in my gaze, I assure you, it's entirely by design. Now, as for that sleeplessness of yours… I recommend a satisfying fantasy. Something that makes your cookie cream. If you get what I mean, darling.

Or, if you insist on my help, I could always put you to bed myself. Though I must warn you, I have a rather hands-on approach if it's about tucking you in.

#Scribner scribbles.#I hope you like my bedtime rituals.#Scribner adores a devoted admirer.

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