It was late in the castle, and the servants, cooks, and cleaners were asleep in their quarters. There was an eerie silence, broken only by the howling wind outside shaking the windows and the dripping of a leaky faucet. Lily was the only person awake in the castle, who sat alone in the enormous library reading A History of Hogwarts for perhaps the fifth time (at this point, she had lost count). The library of Hogwarts was the largest known to man in either the magic realm or the muggle realm. Its bookcases reached up to preposterous heights and could only be reached by manipulating roving stairs or exploring the second and third stories. It required a large team of staff just to maintain some kind of order to the countless books held within, though Lily was the only one who ever read any, and she could bring any book she liked to her lap with the snap of her fingers. She could recall from memory the list of books that the Great Library held, and she had read most of them at least once, and some (like Potion Making by Zygmunt Bydge) she had read several times over and could if asked to quote verbatim any passage of the book on any page. In this regard, the magical Diadum that enhanced her mental acuity to unparalleled heights was a curse and a blessing, as Lily now found it harder to enjoy reading, a pastime she had thoroughly enjoyed before finding the crown.