This week hadn't been so bad. Certainly, Owen had sensed a few more... mishaps... in the area, but his senses didn't actually extend to knowing why, and. Well.

So he showed up reasonably early, and by the time anyone entered, they'd catch Owen humming an old tune to himself while he took books from one place and put them somewhere else.

Not all of them needed to be put elsewhere; he just wasn't in the mood to lounge just yet.

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