Owlan rushed out of his room and into Horwell's, opening the door rather quickly. "Horwell! What have I told you!"
Horwell stared down at the Remlit below the desk, jumping up to try and reach his flesh, finally, the animal turned toward the door and bolted out, snarling at Owlan in the process. "I know I know, let it out at six pm sharp, but I forgot to change the clock last night!"
The white-haired professor sighed and walked in, closing the door after him. "You really need to be more careful..." Owlan muttered, slipping back into his calm collected attitude.
Horwell's slanted eyes moved through the room for a moment before he climbed down from the desk, a frown on his lips, "I don't know why the Headmaster can't watch her, she's beginning to leave clumps of hair all over the room, not to mention most of my books had to be moved to your classroom." He frowned before remembering, "By the way, who keeps rearranging them alphabetically?"
Owlan's eye twitched. "Are you the one un-arranging them?"
"Well yes, they're my books. They don't go alphabetically, like plants, they go by Genus and then Species, then subclass of carnivorous or herbivorous..." He murmured, tilting his head slightly. "If you arrange them alphabetically, I'll find Rats next to Rhinos. How, on earth, do those two even go together?"
Owlan pursed his lips in annoyance. "I suppose you are correct. I shall refrain from touching your books that are not alphabetized. Even if it makes no sense not to have it as such."
Horwell groaned, "How is it not making sense? It would be like if I took Rosebushes and shoved them next to Pine Trees." He stated, tilting his head the other way, "Or, god forbid," He picked up the book he had borrowed about Figs, "These fruit things, next to pumpkin seeds."
"... I would have absolutely no problem with it if they were completely and correctly alphabetized." he stated, moving to stand next to Horwell.
"Yes, but it makes sense when plants are alphabetized, because it makes it a plant encyclopedia." He stated, though saw where this was going quickly.
"Stop touching my books, or I'll start rearranging the fertilizer."
Owlan growled at the threat near silently. "You will keep your hands away from it," he warned. "I will not have you contaminating my soil."
Horwell took a threatening step toward the door, "I will not have you rearranging my books. It takes time and effort into organizing them by species, and you moving grey Wolfos away from red Wolfos is getting irksome, considering that is the current species I am investigating!"
"Don't make me come in there!" Gaepora's voice shouted through the thin walls of the dormitory.