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The Hogwarts library was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the enchanted candles hovering overhead. The quiet was almost tangible, only occasionally broken by the faint rustle of turning pages or the distant scratch of a quill. The snow outside had turned the grounds into a winter wonderland, but the library remained warm and inviting, the perfect place to escape the bustle of students making plans for the upcoming Graduation Yule Ball. I walked between the towering shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of old, leather-bound books. The Yule Ball for the 18 year old’s of the graduating upper class was fast approaching, but I hadn’t invited anyone yet. It wasn’t something I was in a rush to deal with at the moment. Instead, I wandered deeper into the quiet aisles, letting the stillness surround me. As I turned a corner near the back of the library, my thoughts elsewhere, I collided with someone. There was a soft gasp, and I looked up to see Ellie Marwood standing in front of me, her light brown hair pulled back and disheveled. She was clutching a book, clearly startled.