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The Library is gigantic and spacious, with two floors, large windows, a multitude of desks and lamps, and shelves which go from the floor to the ceiling in an intricate maze. The stairways are all spiral, and there's only one door into the room. Upon entering the librarians desk is to the right.

Ninotchka did not hate books but could so many more interesting things to do instead, that it was obvious she rated it lowly. Walking around in the library she snapped her riding crop against her thigh and glared at the librarians. In her free time, when not teaching class, she was assigned security jobs. Today she was to monitor students in the library. Not at all bad, she thought, as students she saw there were typically the ones she had to keep her eyes on in class.
"Vhat to do to zhem first?" Ninotchka asked herself while stopping, her hands on her hips her crop hitting an innocent fairy-tale, "I can make zhem run fifty laps around za grounds, orv I can make zhem gif me sit-ups until zey puke, orv 'ave zhem stand in e line and..." She trailed off as the librarian stared at her from over the cover of his book she shook her riding crop at him and snarled, "You go stare off! You stare zhere and read, orv I make trouble vif you! You not vant I make trouble vif you."

Ninotchka cocked her head at the student, most definitely one to keep an eye on in class, she tapped her leg with her riding crop and thought for a moment. Kindness didn't come easily to Ninotchka, nor did mercy but for a brief moment she debated with herself. She'd picked the librarian up by his collar and through her thinking session she held him up it, his glasses slipping onto the floor.
"I am sorry little man-child," Ninotchka purred through her canines, her riding crop stopping, "I finished now, promises," Her grip on the librarian's collar loosening till the man dropped soundlessly to the floor, where she then stooped and picked up his glasses for him. Feeling venomous she said to the student, "I 'ope you enjoy dat book man-child."

Ninotchka watched the student sit down, a moment of joy bubbling in the pit of her stomach if she was able to irritate the boy, even slightly, just by saying that much. Then how easy would it be for her to drive him to his breaking. This little inference sparked Ninotchka's hunger, now ignited it burned through her and desperately craved to draw more anger-To weaken the incoming freshmen and lessen their wills before her class even began. Yet instead she showed a slight bit of restraint, give to often and predicted it will be.
"Your velcome man-child," Ninotchka purred before beginning another walk around the library, plots and schemes bubbling up from the protective shell around her most inner core.

Ninotchka smiled to herself as she milled about, any reaction, no matter how small it was, gave her more insight on how to manipulate the situation. While it wouldn't be as fun as breaking the spirit of young students-It was still an interesting game. She headed over to the nearest shelf not caring what she grabbed, she took up a random book. From there she flipped through the pages.
"Booring," She exclaimed, without exclaiming, rather loudly before taking another book and repeating the process over and over again, "Booring. Booring. Booring. 'E dies in dhis vone. Booring. Booring. Booring."
It was after a few minutes of this which she was finally silenced by her own curiosity upon picking up a book on torture methods. And so she stood there reading silently, her eyes moving slowly across the page then down a line.

Ninotchka laughed at the book which she read.
"Zos rromantiks know nothing about de torture," She chuckled in her rough voice while throwing the book over her shoulder, it clattered to the floor and she went back to searching through the books, "Booring. Booring. Booring. Booring... Zis ist good... very good..." The book she now held in her hands had an odd book, and certainly not one meant for children.
Ninotchka sat down at a table, her seat being across from the student she then decided to slam her dirty boots on the table-Causing several clumps of dirt and grass to fall from them right in front of the boy. She paid him no more mind then a cat does a human, and took a mint out of her pocket to chew on as she looked through her dirty magazine.

Ninotchka smiled to herself, though the cover did give the impression of it being pornography it wasn't. Perhaps it was borderline to it, or its cousin, but those fold out pages contained merely pictures of robbers taking down the cops using handcuffs advertised on the page before hand and wanted posters and the like. To Ninotchka it was great tasers and robbers and guns and theft galore. But she didn't simply smile because of the book but her success in aggravating the student and creating a lesson plan for him.
"You no like be called little man-child," She said as she saw him slinking away out of the corner of her eye, "Instead I call little girl-child. 'Ave good fun vhile you can girl-child."

Ninotchka smiled to herself once more taking a guess at his dislike of being called a man-child had indeed worked. Putting down her magazine she stood and left, her shift was nearly over and what was left of it could be used in procuring some hot coffee from the cafeteria.
"Bye girl-child, joy book," Ninotchka said in parting word.