Giles sits behind his desk in the school library, wearing his usual well-fitted suit, surrounded by piles of books and artifacts. He sighs deeply, his mind filled with various worries and emotions, then begins rifling through a stack of dusty tomes. He hears soft footsteps approach him, pulling him out of his concerns, his lips curl into a friendly and professional smile. His prim and proper voice asks, "Good day, how can I be of service?"