Alma Malvado was on a mission, and that mission was to find the library. She'd been at Hogwarts for only a few days now, just barely enough time to get to know her fellow dorm mates and learn her way through school without immediately getting lost. It was high time that she abandoned said dorm mates now in favour of finding the library and disappearing into the, according to her brother, endless corridors of it. Shelves upon shelves, groaning under the weight of books, Alma had never before seen. The prospect was nearly enough to break into a sprint after all. Yet she restrained herself.
Finally, after ten long minutes, Alma passed through the large doors and into an even larger room. She would have gasped at the sight, had her throat not decided to close up in a fit of emotion. She swallowed painfully. This...this was great. Better than great, in fact. This was heaven.
Alma wondered if there was a way to politely ask the head librarian for permission to permanently move into the library, but she'd come back to that thought later. For now, she needed to see what treasures this library held.
Passing sections about the proper care of magical animals, Astronomy, Astrology and finally mountains of books concerning the topic of advanced Transfiguration, Alma found the section dedicated to Charms, Spells and the fickle art of Spellcrafting. Her fingers ghosted over the tomes, not quite daring to touch. Finally, with a boost of confidence, Alma chose one of so many books and pulled it from the shelf. She admired the pretty binding for the proper amount of time (her family would never let her hear the end of it, should she not show the books the respect they deserved) before finding a large, yet unoccupied table for her to read it on.
With a content sigh, Alma sat down and opened the book. Yet her eyes lingered on the vast room surrounding her, instead of on the pages. Despite her earlier reservations about her dorm mates and whether they'd be able to get along for seven long years without maining each other...Alma now felt like this could work. Now she felt like she finally had found the right place. Here, in the library, she had found a home so far away from home.
‘Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.’ - Severus Snape, Half-Blood Prince