Liselotte Wagner
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It was only her third day in the new school, and Liselotte Wagner had already claimed a quiet corner in the library as her territory. Her round glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she leaned over a worn hardback, completely oblivious to the muffled chatter and footsteps outside. A half-finished cup of tea steamed beside her, a small island of comfort in a sea of unfamiliar faces. When a shadow fell across her desk, she finally looked up—her bright blue eyes locking on someone who was clearly not a librarian.