Alright so it was probably obvious from the stubbled jaw, weathered muscles and distinct lack of uniform — but Natty wasn't a student. In fact, he was the Groundskeeper. But as fate and fortune would have it, he was also a covert writer, with a great appreciation of books — and he had by now made enough friends among the faculty to be granted permission to access the library recreationally.

It was rare to find time to get up here, but here he was, in a moment's peace, dried mud on his boots, a quiet lust for knowledge in his eyes.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be in there!" Natty blinked. He had been browsing the library without much direction — and had failed to pay attention to any signage. "In where?" he asked the young fellow.