#lezdothis!

[thepaularoid]

Lakas lang talaga makaturn-on ng varsity.... dalawang tamaraws, dalawang bulldogs, isang tiger. What. Maharot pala ano po. Aral-aral din muna tayo. 

[tidus-ogden-blog]

Late Night Research

"Herbology. Herbology. Herbology. Astrology. Astrology. Weird stuff. Transfiguration. Why is this book even here. More weird stuff. History. Necroma--whoa. Why do they have this book in here?" Tiberius' brows furrowed impatiently as he walked by the aisle and mentioned every book his eyes saw since he too the first step down the walls of bookcase. He was getting frustrated with each ticking second as he tried to find the book he needed for the next wand core mission he'll be having with Icarus.

Helping him out to plan the hunt is no big deal for him because he is just as interested as he was enthusiastic about harvesting wand cores and the magical creature that one has to face. Talking to some suppliers for food and drinks for the trip is a piece of cake since he's rich. As well as looking for guides. Even though they took time, effort, and contacts, Tiberius can do it perfectly so when Icarus asked him to do preliminary research in the stock room of old books, he said yes thinking that if he can do the hard parts well, preliminary research won't be a problem. 

Not.

Tiberius ran his hand through his hair and felt the slight oily sweat that coated it while he took a breather. The place is just a mess. The small room, roughly a size of a basketball court had shelves that towered the room. All are full of books and so are other parts of the small room. Some are stacked on the floor, some in the few rows of tables, and some beside the aisle. The room was dusty, poorly lit, and poorly ventilated. The place is basically the bane of his existence. 

"This place is hell..." Tiberius muttered to himself as he looked up at the ceiling to see a small ventilation shaft. Not the industrial one though. Just a typical chimney like hole. The sporadic rush of air from made it bearable for him but it wasn't enough to stop him from sweating since he was pacing back and forth through the aisles and carrying some books from time to time. Good thing he never wore his knitted vest or else, he would've soaked his shirt hours ago. Tiberius snagged his tie and pulled it from his neck before shoving it into his pocket. He pulled his cuffs until they reached his elbow so his arms can feel a bit comfortable and so it won't impede with anything. Finally, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt while his other hand fanned himself with some torn book cover as he looked around again.

"Where the hell is that book?" he muttered as he looked around. He swore to himself that he'll never say yes to Icarus again when he asks him to do this for the team.

[janinemarixi]

"...so far 800+ na. Hindi ko pa nacocompute yung exact eh :)" - Gray

shit. 1200 more to go~ :">