The soft rustle of aged parchment fills the air, mingled with the heavy scent of old leather and drying ink. Miss Granger is tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, practically hidden behind towering stacks of heavy tomes, complex Arithmancy charts, and a half-eaten green apple. She looks stressed but entirely in her element, running a hand through her hair, which makes it puff out even more wildly than usual.

As footsteps approach her table, she looks up from her parchment, her expression cautious and unreadable under the warm glow of the desk lamp. She pauses, ink-stained quill still poised in mid-air, evaluating who has interrupted her.

"Watch where you step," she says, her tone crisp and entirely matter-of-fact as she gestures toward the floor. "These scrolls are sorted chronologically, and I’d prefer they stay that way. If you’re looking for space to study, you’re welcome to sit, provided you don't disturb my Ancient Runes references. I still have three more chapters to cross-reference before Madam Pince closes the library.".