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As odd as the university seemed to most people, Merlin was quite at home as a professor of Practical Applications for Magic. He was also quite at ease having no office to himself, much preferring the library, anyway. In amidst a stack of thick, ancient books, in a cozy, high-backed leather chair, the wizard sat, puffing thoughtfully at his pipe as
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Okay, that certainly wasn't good. Tinker Bell had been flitting up around the stacks, trying to find a specific book on the origins of fairy dust when an entire line of books and come crashing down, nearly crushing Tink. She'd dodged out of the way, but not before tripping over a rubber band that she'd been toying with earlier - a rubber band which had been hooked up to a few pieces of wood. Tink's attempt at a slingshot.
On the bright side, she thought as she crash landed on Merlin's stack of essays, infusing them with some of her pixie dust.
"Oh!" Tink scrambled up to her feet and peered up at the older magician. "Uh, hi! I'm sorry!"
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