Slyvia set the quivering pile of boks down, recently checked out from the library, and took a deep breath.
"Whew... would it be too much to request a Muggle elevator? These stairs are killing me." She spoke with exhaustion, reaching up to pluck a book off the pile. She walked over to an unoccupied chair, setting the heavy book down.
The stack she brought down itself was an odd one, composed of nonfictions detailing the greatest tricks pulled in history, optical and magical illusions, and one or two on leadership. Even a few basic potion theories and the most recent books of spells, jinxes and charms she could find (which wasn't very recent at all, really, you'd think magic would change a bit over the years).
It was quiet in there, just as she liked it, only the sound of scratching quills on parchment paper and the shuffling of soft footsteps broke the silence. She paused for a moment to admire the dust motes swirling in beams of light.
Distracted she nearly bumped into another student, wearing the green and silver colors of Slytherin. She opened her mouth to apologize, but stopped herself.
Something about this girl gave her bad vibes, but she couldn't quite place it.
She cleared her throat. "Good morning." She said cordially, picking up the book she dropped, titled 'Tricks and Follies of the Past Century: A Study'.
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Pardon me, sir, but it appears the last care I gave has flown away.