Clark Dill
August 25, 2014 5:03 PM
Monday Evening Assist by Clark Dill
It was the first day that Clark would be an Library Assistant. He'd be working with Melanie, Emery, and Chaslyn from 7pm until 9:45. Chaslyn was the same age he was so they were the assistants together, doing whatever re-shelving or whatnot that Emery and Melanie needed them to do. He was just a tiny bit intimidated by Melanie - her being not just a seventh year and the Head Monitor, but the Head Girl herself - so he mostly kept to Emery to get his jobs and let Chaslyn (who was some kind of relative anyway, or so he thought he'd heard somewhere) to assist the Head Girl.The first two hours went by pretty well. He'd shown up on time and hadn't gotten even a little bit confused about where any of the books he was supposed to put away went. This was partly why he hadn't signed up last year. He'd spent his first year just getting familiar with the Library, so now, when it was his responsibility to keep the shelves in order, he knew the order they were to be kept in well enough to not mess it up himself.
However, as the hour crept past nine o'clock, Clark began to make mistakes. Some of them were stupid, like walking into a table, tripping over a chair, or letting go of a book before it was entirely on a shelf and having it fall onto the floor (or, one unfortunate time, his foot). He was getting tired and when he got tired, he got clumsy. Worse, he also caught himself putting "Levitation Tricks for Dummies" into the potions section, having been certain it was "Love Potions for Dummies" until he (luckily) noticed the first word on the spine was a lot longer than "Love" should be. (He'd mostly been wondering if it should actually go into the restricted section, but then decided anything 'for dummies' couldn't really contain restricted material and it was sheer chance he'd been paying enough attention to it as it slid between two other books to even absently read the title.)
At nine-thirty, it was half an hour past his normal bed time (at least, at Sonora; it certainly didn't help that he was still getting used to the time change from Maryland so it was kind of like 11pm at home still - last week, he'd still be going to bed at 8 and thought staying up until 9 was pretty good for this early in the year). Most nights during the Sonora year, he fell into bed at 9:00 on the nose and was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow - his Dad thought it might be that his alien biology used up so much energy during the day that when night time hit and he allowed himself to relax, his body just turned off like a switch; as alien powers went that wasn't really totally awesome like, say, super-speed, but it was kind of neat). Staying up until midnight on New Years Eve had never happened successfully yet, and the only times he made it past nine was when Dad took him out to watch the stars, and that kept him alert and excited enough that the collapse was merely delayed until the excitement passed.
And as much as he wanted to help out in the library, putting stuff away and running little errands for Emery and sometimes Melanie wasn't exactly exciting.
A chair in the charms section called to him after he put the levitation book away in its proper spot and Clark couldn't quite resist its siren call. Surely Melanie and Emery wouldn't mind him sitting down for just one moment . . .
He sat . . . and the twelve-year-old was dead asleep in seconds, slumping over in the chair like it was the most cushy bed in the universe.
OOC: Anyone who wants to reply can feel free to wake him up. He'd splutter a bit and it might take some effort to accomplish the deed, but he's able to be woken up.
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