It was a slow day for Cooper. In fact he would have the day off if not for one simple fact due to a slight misunderstanding he ended up in the looses sense, volunteering for some local community work in the Royal Capital he of course would be compensated for his time.  For  Cooper a man of presentation parties and a sense of theatrics cleaning up some dusty old books was less then exciting. He would much rather be tinkering with a new magic item or putting on a performance then this. However he did give his word and if a Ravencrest was seen not living up to that promise he would have a lot to worry about.  His thought jumped to having to explain himself to any of his cousins and his pride of course was too uptight to given them another reason to give him strange looks at family gatherings.

He made his way to the grand magic archives working through the busy roads and load crowds of people going about their daily lives. Of course Cooper was strutting around in his normal get up which practically shouted out he was a magic knight and just as importantly a noble. It wasn't too odd for a commoner or two to recognise his face, he did after all put on small show for them showing off his magical talents.  Once he realized the time of a day  and lunch approaching sooner then he thought it was going to, he made a faster pace strut to the The Grand Magic Archives. 

He had finally arrived at the entrance of The Grand Magic Archives there was not too many people here today he considered himself lucky in this regard less people meant less problems well organizing the books. Entering into Archives he got to lay witnesses to the grandness of the scale of the Archives the rows of tomes that sat on the immaculate shelves. The wisdom of untold ages that lined every inch of the building not to mention the massive racks of scrolls all inscribed with fantastic history. Cooper was not given the time to enjoy this view for long as he knew he had to find the Liberian.

Passing through the seemingly endless paths of books and asking about he was able to locate the Liberian. He was pointed to a section of the archive where impressively large stack of books  sat on two tables long tables. Cooper gave a quick guess how many books there was and it was easily over five hundred and amongst this tower of books stood the Liberian frantically sorting books on to a trolley. Cooper was not slow to introduce himself waltzing up to the Librarian "Good Sir Liberian. I am Cooper of the Ravencrest house and member of the Coral Peacocks have come to offer my assiatance in this small matter you have." He gave a elegant and sincere bow as he said these words.  The Librarian shot up, he was younger then what Cooper excepted but this may also be the reason why the situation had gotten so out of hand in the 1st place.  "They said they would send help but a magic knight and a noblemen to was maybe a little more then needed." The Librarian was shocked at this fact and Cooper could see this he moved to get rid of any worries.  "I had the free time and thought that lending my hand to a simple but important task was a good use of my time."  This was not the whole truth of course but this wasn't necessary. The Librarian now with doubts squashed got straight to business , "Then Sir Ravencrest these books here have either been returned or are new. I need help sorting them into the correct Piles then placed in the right section of the Archive."  This task on face value seemed easy enough he had been spending more and more time with his head shoved into a book since he joined the Coral Peacocks so organsing all this may take some time but would not pose a problem. 

Cooper began the process of checking the title of the book the interior of it and locating the markings that would signify which genre it was and who the author was. He sorted through history texts, children books, magical theory and even complex subjects that Cooper couldn't even begin to comprehend. The hours passed by quickly as Cooper got into the flow of work, the Liberian however would speak up with questions to Cooper "Sir Ravencrest do you do this sort of thing often?" It was a simple question and honest one which Cooper was more then happy to answer.  "To be honest sorting books is not something I partake in much but I have spent plenty of time studying to know the system that places such as this used." Cooper said this picking up one of the last few books a clipping of notes fell out he gave it a glance and it seemed to be some sort of barebones idea for magical item some sort of self he placed it in his jacket pocket for later study.  With the finale book placed into the correct pile all was left to do was to place them where they belonged this is a task that would normally take a fairly long time but Cooper was not in the mood  to spend his time pushing around a trolley. With permission he would make use of one his spells for such an occasion.

He reached down the left side of his body pulling up his satchel that held his grimoire he flips open the pages and places his hand on one 1st pushes down on the page and slides his hand upwards manifesting a card  a clover of 2. He twirls it in his hand it seemingly disappearing and repapering on the floor Cooper proudly announces, "Balducci Levitation!"  This was shortly followed by a harsh and firm shushing sound from the Liberian it was a place of study after all, and it had no place for Coopers theatrics. The card however continued its processes and grew in size it then began to hover off the ground. With the spell in place Cooper began loading the 1st set of books onto his card and was soon flying off to the 1st section to place the books in the correct area. For these trips back and forth and around the Archives Coopers spell left a trail of sparkling blue either for better or worse leavening an  impression on anyone who had decide to visit the Archives that day. 

With the use of his spell it was quick work to finish up his job and night had only just fallen as he finished up. He would check in with the Liberian before he left for the day. "I believe that was the last of the books, It was a pleasure to lend my talents today and I hope this has been at least somewhat of a relief to you." Of course the Liberian seemed thankful for his help but had to say something to Cooper about his methods. "Your help of course was a great deed but have you considered not being so, flashy with simple tasks." Cooper stepped back slightly like the wind had move him "Good sir if I forwent my presentation and image I would be forging my ideals as someone who brings his performance and pride with him everywhere. If there is nothing more I bid you good day." With that Cooper twirled on his feet his jacket flowing from the motion a strutting off makeing haste as he wished to be home as soon as possible. The Liberian was left slightly stunned on one hand Cooper was nice enough to give his time to help on the other his personality may not be suited for extended time working in The Archives and hopefully he wont be seeing Cooper for some time.

WC:1337
TWC:1337