*Logan sat at a table in the library, papers and books all over the place. He had a cup of coffee under the table out of the librarian's view. It was spiked with burbon so the afternoon wasn't as unbearable as it would have been. Someone had bewitched a snowball to continuesly maul the windows of the library at regular intervals. He smiled to himself and added another finished paper to the 'graded' pile*