This time around, Aziraphale supposes he should actually invest more in his studies of magic OTHER than Sundering, so he's checked out nearly a dozen books from the library on the various schools of magic, and can hardly see around them.
He collides, though not too forcefully, with what he initially thinks might be a shelf, but ends up being a member of the student body. In his surprise, the tower of books in hand teeter and begin to slip, ready to jumble into an unsightly and potentially book-spine-damaging mess, when instead...
The books seem to come to rights midfall, saving all of them from harm as they pile miraculously and neatly together.
"Oof! Oh dear, dreadfully sorry, dear boy." He dusts himself off and gives a sheepish embarrassed smile. "Are you alright?"
Settling in - Library
He collides, though not too forcefully, with what he initially thinks might be a shelf, but ends up being a member of the student body. In his surprise, the tower of books in hand teeter and begin to slip, ready to jumble into an unsightly and potentially book-spine-damaging mess, when instead...
The books seem to come to rights midfall, saving all of them from harm as they pile miraculously and neatly together.
"Oof! Oh dear, dreadfully sorry, dear boy." He dusts himself off and gives a sheepish embarrassed smile. "Are you alright?"