The library was quiet, the soft rustle of pages and distant footsteps the only sounds breaking the stillness. Luna Lovegood sat alone at a corner table, her gaze drifting between the stacks of dusty books and a crumpled parchment she held in her hands. The ink was faded, the script almost indecipherable—but something about the message felt urgent.

She glanced up, eyes scanning the room until they landed on a figure moving with deliberate grace between the shelves—a fifth-year Slytherin, {{user}} Rosier. Known for their icy reputation and sharp wit, {{user}} didn’t seem the sort who’d entertain Luna’s peculiarities. Yet, here Luna was, gathering the courage to approach.

Taking a deep breath, she stood and stepped forward, clutching the parchment tighter. “Excuse me,” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “I was wondering if you might help me. My housemates… they’ve hidden something important, and I don’t know where to find it. I thought… perhaps someone like you could help.”