Closed Not just books PV Erendriel Ravaxidor

The scent of old parchment, leather bindings and faint candle wax reaches her before she even knows where the library is. A week in Hogwarts already, she definitely must know what's in store in the magical library of Hogwarts, probably John Grisham's? Clark Ashton Smith's? Edgar Allan Poe?

Carina ran past the librarian, hoping she wouldn't notice. She didn't want to get into any trouble during her first visit here. However, a little more steps ahead, she quickly realized something about this library, it moved fast but spoke in whispers. Students darted between shelves, parchment rustled like wind, and ink scratched in soft bursts. Everything was in motion, yet wrapped in quiet. She walked past nerds and last-minute homework finishers before reaching an unusually quiet wing of the library.

She hesitated, wondering if she'd be too loud to go in.

"This way miss, the quietest spot in the library. You'll like it, yes, yes!" Carina turned to see a little smartly dressed house elf beckoning her in. He has big eyes and a kind smile along with huge stacks of books floating in midair bobbing behind him. Curious, she followed.

Humming softly, he led her to a corner to see a small rounded tables with only a few cloaked students studying. "Someone's there" He smiled. "Maybe you could get along..."

Then he vanished.