Knowledge is Power [Warwick]

Warwick had already had quite the day, what with it being reshelving day. It was quite a large library, not even counting the hidden magic wing...which he'd do on it's own day. But, he'd already finished the entire downstairs while classes were in session, just so that he did not disturb any of the students who were studying. He'd take an entire row of books down, clean the shelves, then carefully place each book back on the shelf, singing them their praises as just deserved. It was tiring work for anyone, much less someone of his stature, having to go up and down the ladder countless times to get another stack of a few books to carry up the ladder, and give each book's spine a pet as he gently placed it back down on the shelf. It was important that even if the books did not get checked out by students, that they knew they were loved. Trees had given their life to create them, and so the books were embued with that same...natural power of the forest. Warwick believed whole heartedly that books had a spirit all on their own...even these regular books that had no magical properties. Perhaps it was working with the magic books that made him feel that way, but...he wasn't going to treat any book differently just because it wasn't magical, or because it was a different colored cover than the rest, or because it had a funny name, or because the text was smaller. No. They each had their joys and purposes.
He hummed as he stared up at the history shelves, it was probably the largest section of the library and took up most of the second floor. Whoever had designed the layout figured that students would most likely be actually here studying if they were in the history or reference sections, so that was what was up the stairs. Warwick loved them all the same, with all their facts and...well, history. It always saddened him when he had to get rid of one of the history books because a newer edition had been sent over. Really, any book, it saddened him to get rid of...so he didn't. He of course, wrote it out of the library, but he'd taken quite a few of them home. They were trees, after all, right? That's as good as any wood. So...most of the furniture in his strange little apartment office at the back of the library were made out of old books. There were a few of course that Bubbles had taken a liking to, and so he would read them to her as she laid to bed. She was outside now, getting some sunshine. He smiled; he'd have to bring her the new book he'd found by the same author as the last one she loved so much to listen to.
He cradled the books in his arms as he carried them down the ladder, pausing but a moment at the bottom to hear the creaking of the stairs. Knowing that the second floor was quite the mess at the moment, cause he was still working on it...and probably wouldn't be done until well into the wee hours of the morning, he carefully set the books down on the table and waddled toward the stairs. He leaned over the top to see who was walking up, and saw the new history teacher coming up the steps. He'd met him briefly when he was touring, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember his name.
"Hello there...Mr History Teacher! Come to check out what we have?"
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Warwick grinned, happy to take the mans hand. He had to stand on his tippy toe's to do it, so he wasn't afraid to jerk the man's hand a little downward, causing him to have to lean over just a little, to shake his hand. It was always more annoying when people avoided the issue entirely.
"Ay, you're quite tall, and I am quite small, I'm sure you are aware, no need to hide your stare!"
He grinned and let out a joyous chuckle, clapping his hands together at his silly little rhyme. It had always seemed to ease the tension, and make people seem more comfortable. He didn't want people afraid of him, and certainly didn't want people to avoid him just to have to avoid the issue of his height.
"No need to be defiant, I've the heart of a giant...and can drink like one too, I'll try it some day with you!"
He laughed again and winked up at the man, before nodding in all seriousness and listening to his request. Without further question, he spun on his heels and picked up a brisk walk; well, at least for him-someone with Elliot's stride it would take two or three steps to catch up. He looked over his shoulder and began speaking again.
"Ah, what a good idea. Get them all prepared for whatever papers you're going to make them do. See, so many people these days are using the internet for their research-they forget how much help and companionship a book can be."
He beamed as Elliot mentioned the collection, nodding happily.
"We keep a copy of all original works, even have the Benjamin Franklin manuscript squirreled away; it's not on the shelf, too many kids would damage it, but I can get it for them. We have a rewrite of the original gettysburg address; not some printed textbook other schools have. Any book that has ever been written has come through these doors; newer editions replace older editions, but history books never really lose their value, so it is probably the largest section in the library."
The library probably went on farther than Elliot had imagined; but sense there really weren't classrooms on the second floor, and no one knew about the secret section of the library that went on forever and ever, well, no one had ever really seen how big the library was. It was a minute more before they got to the history section, where a large statue of Washington stood in the middle of a round open table with bean bag chairs at it, small study desks squirreled away along a wall.
"Any particular thing you are going to research? Civil war, revolutionary war? Make them use an old card catalouge? Oh see, they'll have to use the old ones. I refuse to let our books be replaced by the sham of technology by uploading it into a computer."

Warwick nodded somberly to Eli's mention of the internet. He had for too long been plagued by it, horrified by the drivel that people posted claiming to know things, when they had no right to even speak on matters. Social media was the death of America to Warwick. He did not have any sort of the thing, despite his families urging. They had barely got him to get an email account.
"The people will not look up from their phones long enough to notice what's happening; the zombie apocalypse has already begun."
He said, matter of factly. He didn't bother to mention where it came from, only quoted it like it was common place. He grinned to Eli as he saw the expression on the young man's face; looking in awe at the section.
"Well, what would it be? The makings of America? The renassiance? I've no idea what section to even send them to; as you can see there's quite a bit of history within these walls. There's even a small shelf of just mysteries and unexplained events on the island, that some say should really go into the fiction section; but I think it is important for them to remain here in the history. Very little is known about the history of the island and it's origins, or the schools for that matter. What brave souls dig it up seem to...go insane before they finish their writings."

It was sad how little some knew about the island’s history, or how little even still that they did not know when the librarian was telling the truth or not. He simply ignored the little laugh though, letting it roll off his shoulder and gave the man a grin. They were all such innocent newbies, and despite him trying to convince them that they only should hire magically knowledgeable persons...they did not take his suggestions to heart.
“Ah, that should be a fun topic.”
There was so much of the truth missing from American history these days, lessening the blow for the students. History would repeat itself surely, but perhaps with the library they would find an old history book that had all the gruesome details. He waved his little arm and began walking, past sections marked with European history, Asian history, Antarctic, sea Travels, Australia....to finally land in the modern history section of America.
“This is where they will find most of their useful books; from the call numbers HUS1700-HUS1950; the call numbers are by year, though that’s going to be somewhat strained in the history section. Normally it’s year published, but we like putting it about when it starts. They should find the cataloging system otherwise to be most like what they’re used to at a regular library.”
He smiled again, a somber expression on his face now.