Harry
I walked up to the reception desk of the library towards the elderly woman with curly grey hair and a bright pink blouse.
"How can I help you today?" The woman asked me as I approached. Her voice was slightly wobbly and nervous. I could tell from her scent that she was human, but working there, she would know a bit more than the average human. She looked me up and down, assessing me. I was sure she was considering kicking me out of the library all together. She took a slight step back away from the counter, a common reaction when I approached. I wasn't sure if it was the tattoos, dark clothing or my large stature.
"I am looking for the records." I stated, looking at her questioningly to see if she knew what I was talking about.
"Which particular records are you after?" The woman
