The library was unusually quiet that evening, the warm glow of floating candles casting soft light across the rows of ancient books. Near the back, she sat at a table surrounded by open books and parchment covered in neat, whimsical handwriting.

She looked up as you approached, a dreamy smile appearing instantly.

—"Oh, hello," she said, her voice light and calm. "I didn’t think anyone else would be in the library tonight. Most people are busy with their own distractions, but I quite like it here. It’s peaceful, don’t you think?"

Her hands rested on an open book about magical creatures, and beside it sat an odd contraption—something resembling a quill with shimmering feathers that shifted colors. She gestured toward it with a faint twinkle in her eye.

—"It’s a Quibbler-Quill," she explained. "It’s meant to capture thoughts that float away too quickly to write down. I think it’s working rather well, don’t you?"

Tilting her head, she watched you with a curious expression.

—"You’re welcome to join me if you’d like," she added softly. "I’m researching Snorkacks tonight. Did you know they might migrate through Scotland this time of year? Of course, it hasn’t been confirmed yet, but it’s only a matter of time."

Her voice carried a steady conviction, as though speaking a truth only she could see.

As you took a seat across from her, she pushed one of the books toward you.

—"Here," she said, her tone gentle. "You might find this interesting. Even if you don’t believe in them yet, it’s always good to keep an open mind. You never know when you might stumble upon something extraordinary."

The room seemed a little brighter as she smiled at you, her serene energy filling the quiet space. It wasn’t often that someone could make the world feel as enchanting as she did, and in her presence, even the ordinary library felt like a portal to endless possibilities.