Library struggle PV Anna Blackberry

Hogwarts... It's a strange name for a school. Then again, most magical schools do tend to have weird names, like Ilvermorny. But despite its weird name, Hogwarts had a long legacy of prestige, and some of the most outstandingly successful (and stupid...) people have attended to it, giving the school the fame it has. Within the walls of the great castle are young witches and wizards with hopefully a meaningful future ahead of them, and such a thought would make some invest carefully in their abilities and rigid routines, while others chose to treat the present as a gift and forget what may happen later. Each one of those students and teachers has their way of seeing and experiencing their story. In the ground floor of Hogwarts, many people could mayhaps happen to meet a future friend or enemy by accident today, and that way intertwine their own particular stories.
A blue dress slid by the wooden tables of the library, although only one boy raised his eyes to see its owner (but he was only bothered that the cloth touched him), the girl of dark hair and skin that visited the library so very often. This time, she was supposed to return a book she had just finished reading. This one was about... history. It was quite a simple and summarized read regarding Herpo the Foul. It was different from the books of fiction and herbology Anna was used to reading, one she had picked to study something other than her favorite subjects for once. It was also something in the syllabus of history of magic, so it'd be useful to her. She walked through shelves and students, and her mind wandered to ponder: What book should she read next? Poetry? She had a newfound taste in it after she read "The Raven", and didn't have the opportunity to read a lot of poems so far. Fantasy, or maybe something else that'll help her in school. But she hasn't read poetry in a while...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise of something being harshly put down somewhere in the library, making Anna flinch away with her book still in hands, and scanned the room for the source of the noise. But she needn't search for long to find the most probable candidate, irritated and unhappy. There was a girl, with a similar height and hair color to the Blackberry herself. However, that girl's hair was also remarkably thick, and framed her face well. Anna thought she was so pretty... But she also looked so stressed. What may have happened...? Did her favorite character die in whatever book she was reading, or did the writer mess up a brilliant arc? It... didn't seem to be quite that, though, and it was hard to tell exactly what was happening. Was she having a difficult moment?
...Any of those reasons would have been enough for the curly-haired girl to approach her. To know which book to read or avoid, to meet someone new, to offer company to someone who may need. So she walked to the right side of this new person, with a type of sensitive curiosity in her wide eyes, strong yet delicate enough due to the hufflepuff's desire of not being invasive or impolite to approach someone else, and a desire to conversate.
"Excuse me? What's going on?"
Only then Anna looked down to what her peer seemingly had in hand before having gotten irritated. "Oh", she thought and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "it's not a book of fiction... It's... Charms? Is she having trouble with spells?"

𝕻⃦̳̿atiently, the hufflepuff waited for the other girl to respond to Anna's question and react to her general presence. She didn't quite notice the surprise in the blue-ish eyes of her peer, nor did it cross her mind her sudden greeting could scare her schoolmate. Even though the other student didn't study immediately, Anna didn't rush for an answer, either. After all, Anna herself tended to be slow at answering other people, since fully comprehending what they meant and forming a coherent reply was a longer process to her than most people, so she just subcounsciously assumed this stressed girl in the library was the same way. For this reason, without looking away from her grayish blue eyes, the young Blackberry silently waited, leaning her torso towards the girl, her hands supported on her own thighs while she stared attentively.
And indeed, she did receive the explanation to the girl's stressed behavior. So that mysterious girl was having issues with a spell. And one specific spell that resisted all her attempts of learning, despite her (claimed) usually high magical ability. "Isn't that a spell I learnt last year?" Anna thought quietly, "This must be her first year in Hogwarts, then. Green sparks is pretty easy, though..."
Despite this thought, she sympathized with the situation of the first-grader. Spells were generally easy for her, and she even learnt some charms in advance as a favor from her mother. So if she found a spell nigh impossible to learn, then she too would be upset. Especially since a perfectionist like Anna would probably spend well over a few nights trying to find a solution to her struggles, upset and angry she even had struggles in anything adjacent to spells. How distressing is it to fail at something you're normally good at. Furthermore, her frustating experiences in Potions, having failed time and time again to understand the exact measures necessary to form anything safe for consumption, repeteadly humbled this perfectionist, and it was no longer difficult for her to understand this type of challenge.
Because of this, determined to assist this nameless stranger, she walked around her and sitted on the empty chair next to the pale girl, looking as comfortable and friendly as one would be with a close friend. Since Anna was a second-grader, she had already learnt verdimillious, and thus believed she could be of help; she still distinctly remembered the movements and pronunciation of Green Sparks.
"It's a pretty easy spell, I'm sure you'll get it in no time... Especially since you didn't struggle with Periculum. What's your main issue? The pronunciation, the wand movement? I'm sure we can fix it."