Seated in one of the large, over-stuffed red armchairs in the far corner of the library, was a Hufflepuff student of Third year. Books piled on her lap, a few of which were opened to pages the girl seemed to be looking over every now and then when her gaze wasn't on the parchment resting against the arm of the chair.

"Quell... Quell," the soft murmurs escaped her, eyes dancing from one book to the other in search of the word, or perhaps something relating to it. "Where is it?"

The sound of feet approaching broke her concentration, just barely.