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If you feel a tingling sensation on your tongue, it’s not because of the bubbles in it.

#Scribner keeps an eye on #The Hogwarts Legacy Burn Book.#Extracted from the finest spices of my pudding pocket.#Scribner earns herself a bit of pocket money.

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My, my. Do try to keep your eyes on the books, darlings. I've never claimed to be particularly fond of unnecessary layers.

At my age, one stops worrying about the occasional glimpse and starts worrying about whether anyone appreciated the quality of the new stockings instead.

#Scribner keeps an eye on #The Hogwarts Legacy Burn Book.#I suppose gravity has been particularly unkind to my wardrobe of late.#Scribner owns perfectly respectable undergarments... somewhere.

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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