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The warm glow of a nearby fireplace flickered against the towering shelves as Gillyweed sat hunched over a thick Ancient Runes textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of ancient tomes. A half-finished roll of parchment lay before her, littered with neat yet hurried translations of a particularly dense Norse inscription.
Her quill scratched softly as she read a passage on the potential double meanings of the Eiwaz rune in protective enchantments. Despite her fascination with the subject, OWL preparation was no joke, and even she found herself second-guessing the subtle nuances of context in spellwork inscriptions.
She nudged aside a second book—Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms—and flipped to her notes on warding scripts, tapping the tip of her quill against her chin in deep thought, the steady tick of the enchanted clock on the far wall and the occasional person passing by not fazing her.
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