Librarian
One of the Librarians is a Monster Hunter.
I know this because that is what the plaque on her door reads, in 18 different languages.
I believe it because she carries a sword almost everywhere she goes.
Sometimes people visit her, sometimes I don’t dare look at Them when I pass Them in the hall.
I’ve seen her when I’m coming home late in the evening sometimes, just as the sun sets. Covered head to toe in iron, rustling and catching the last rays of the sun as she walks down the sidewalk.
She’s usually in charge of the library in the afternoon, I’ve seen her conversing with the dust motes about how the Dewey Decimal System works.
She runs the fencing club and every first Monday of the month is an open day for all to try out fencing. Sometimes They like to come on these days, if you’re interested in a challenge.
I once saw her at a party I went to, arm in arm with a beautiful silver haired woman, not a bit of iron on her person. She’s very brave, I wish I was like her.
But this one time she disappeared for two whole weeks. When she came back she had her arm in a sling and walked with a limp.
Her life seems like it’s so exciting. I once tried to ask her how she got into it, but she pretended she hadn’t heard me. Maybe the life’s not for me anyway, she always looks tired. ————————————————– One of the younger faculty takes a rather active approach to her life around Elsewhere U, sometimes it’s not luck that gets you home unharmed from a party, whether you know it or not.
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