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Inside: Not yet. I began scanning the shelves. Titles of all kinds filled the aisles. My hand slid across the spines at my eye level. A hard-covered green book smelling faintly of old paper drew my attention: The Origin of Elemental Sorcery. Then another—its gold embossed symbols of the four elements shimmering under the light: A History of Ignith, Hydros, Terragaia, and Glacius. Moving to the next shelf, I spotted a worn leather-bound book, edges frayed from overuse: Hybrid Wolves with Magical Signatures. And a thin one compared to the rest: The Forbidden Transition Between Elements.

I pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

"David and I grew up together. His father was in my dad's pack. He did need some help with that new building the company is putting up. So, when he called me I decided to go visit. We were out poking around the site that night when we crossed the vampire's trail and started tracking it. We'd just decided to check the office building when we heard you scream. And, well, you know the rest." Yes, yes I did. It was over and done with. There was no point shivering about it now. Derek squeezed my hands gently and I knew my tremors had been felt. "Tell you what. Why don't you climb into bed and try to relax? Look, I brought something for you." He walked over to his suitcase and pulled out Harry Pot

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Lucy shrinks in her chair as I yell at a pale-faced Finnian. “I know. I am sorry. The more I thought about it, I thought it would be best to come from you since you’re on the council. And then I didn’t want to interrupt you the first few days with Rafe, so I let it slide.” “Tell me what you found first, then I need to speak with the others. She is staying with you, correct?” He nods his head and sits back down as I come around the table to take a seat. “One book we brought back is a spellbook. I found what I interpret to be a potion that will protect someone’s mind against a witch.”

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

That's for sure. "No." I whispered as I picked up The book of forbidden spells. How could this be. I looked down at all the paper work under it and realized instantly that he would never let me leave. He knew.

So we stood up from where we were hiding and roamed our eyes around the cramped room. “He almost got us,” I said and wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. “I am truly sorry for that.” “No. No need to apologize.” I shook my head and scanned every bookshelf. “Now all we need to find is that spell book.” As soon as I mentioned it, a loud thud caught our attention, causing us to flick our eyes toward it. A worn-out book flew out of the shelf—the same one as I envisioned in my head. Leather cover, with some witches’ symbols etched on it and the pages, almost looking as though it was almost burnt to ashes.

I needed a few more weeks to digest that accident. Determined, I wheeled back towards the shelves and reached out for the book but the shelf was too high and I only managed to touch the cover. I shook my head in frustration and tried again, pulling my arm even further and got hold of the cover. Absorbed, I forgot all about the childrens' books piled in front of my book and the more I pulled Harry Potter towards me, the more the other books would tip dangerously over my head. I gave one last harsh pull and the pile of books came tumbling down. I screamed, ducking for cover and waited for them to pound me but they never did.