It was cold in Hogwarts now, the bite in the air serving to remind Morgan that winter was well and truly upon them for the next few months. He didn't mind - he enjoyed winter. It had a quiet serenity that the other seasons lacked. Winter was uniquely suited for sitting inside and reading, or perhaps playing chess, and Morgan was perfectly happy with sitting back and doing just that.
It was late Saturday night, which meant the library was quiet. Tomorrow it would be filled with activity as procrastinating students began furiously attempting to squash two days worth of work into a few hours, but for now the massive, book filled room was completely calm save for the occasionally padding of cat paws on ancient wood. Tom was prowling the bookshelves, possibly searching for any mice unlucky enough to have wound up in the library.
So yes, the library was peaceful - and though Morgan hated to use cliches, he found it almost too peaceful. Morgan had been the librarian for over a quarter of a century, and over time he had learned that rarely did a day go by without the library facing some kind of crises, no matter how small.
Yes, he thought to himself, settling back with a copy of Magical America: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. It's probably only a matter of time.