〄 Finding A Translator 〄 PV Part 2

@Airlia Winter

The ravenclaw and hufflepuff entered the large library. River, almost on instinct, took a deep breath inhaling the wonderful aroma of parchment and books, literature and knowledge. All those unexplored stories, worlds and adventures were wrapped up in bindings standing in shelf upon shelf like skyscrapers in the warm welcoming room.
River hadn’t really had the time to come here and read something fun in her time at Hogwarts. Now the books she reached for were never fiction, but rather textbooks on different subjects or classes. Today didn’t seem to be any different. She would be searching for textbooks writing about languages. Not a book about a young boy searching for the way to his grand life, or about a girl running away from trolls that have captured her in a large cave up on the snowy mountains.

River looked over the tall book shelves surrounding them in the library. She’d been through many of these books, and she for sure knew her way around pretty well. Airlia seemed to understand that, as she mentioned for River to lead the way to where she’d believe the books on languages might be found in this jungle of texts. «Yeah sure, I’ve been in here a lot», she agreed, and began walking along the aisles, keeping a keen eye open for any books that might have the knowledge they were seeking.
It didn’t take long before the ravenclaw took a swift turn into one of the many isles to her left and started scanning over the different book titles of the shelves. «I don’t usually come here to find books on languages, but», she said and bit her lip thoughtfully, «... if there are any books on this strange language...», she reached up and grabbed a large, heavy book in a navy binding and let it drop into the hufflepuffs arms with a thud, «...this is the shelf you’ll find it», she concluded and gave Airlia a quick smile. River’s experience when researching an unknown topic, was that it’s smart to bring along a couple relevant books and search through them all till you find whatever you’re looking for. She quickly grabbed hold of two other books, one in black leather binding, and another in dark red.
Books in hand, River made her way to the nearest desk and motioned for Airlia to follow. She sat down to begin looking over the contents of the books in hopes of stumbling over their goal.

River had already looked over a couple books content lists, but so far she’d found a huge pile of nada. She could hear Airlia sigh as she too poured over her books, apparently she was not as fond of research as River was. Would make sense if one looked at their house stereotypes. A spell for finding written text would have been nice. «I guess a computer would have been good to have», River sighed as a response. Of course Hogwarts was not using computers at all which could have helped them at this point, still the ravenclaw preferred finding her information manually in books. It gave her more satisfaction than just looking it up online.
There were many books on the subject of languages. Some were outside of River’s understanding, while others were simple to read and understand. As far as she could notice though, there was nothing to be found on a language that even resembled the one used on the map. «Perhaps we’re looking in the wrong place?», she asked the hufflepuff thoughtfully. «Maybe we should be looking up something about maps rather than the language?», perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. But as far as their current reading was going, it probably couldn’t hurt to try.
River scooted her chair back with a loud scrape across the floor. As she was about to get up and look for other books, something caught her eye. The map, it was laying across the page of a large brown-covered book. The letters of the book matched the letters of the map, at least to some extent. She bent down to get a closer look at the papers, her eyes squinted trying to lign up some of the words. «Hey Airlia, check this out», River said quietly and pointed down at the page where the map was lined up nicely. «D’you reckon it could be what we’re looking for?», she asked. «Gooblegook?», that was probably the weirdest name for a language River had ever heard of, but according to this book it was a real thing.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t picked up on it earlier, but sometimes details skip your eyes.
River was unsure whether the language in the book and the map were the same, but it was the closest they’d gotten so far in their search for the translation. It was most definitely worth looking more into in her opinion.