Nadia
“Excuse me,” I said to the first servant I saw. “I’m looking for the library, and I’ve gotten a little lost. Could you take me there?”
“Of course,” the man told me, nodding politely, “right this way.” It still felt strange to be treated so respectfully, as if I was playing a role. But this time, the role was working in my favour.
The man led me right to Vincent’s library, a series of wide, high-ceilinged rooms filled with floor-to-ceiling shelves that overflowed with books. Comparing it to my memory of the school library at Fenris Hall, I realised I wasn’t sure which of the two libraries actually boasted more books. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was Vincent’s.
I tried to think in the organised, logical way I’d been learning in my lessons. I had several things I needed
