Luckily the group of adults that ran the Order had deemed her responsible enough to take on the work herself, a precious number of hours where she was left alone with Dark Magic’s and tomes of even more questionable content. She  was  supposed to simply identify them and determine which were meant for destruction (heresy, to the bookworm), but with a swiftness to her fingers she instead transferred their contents over to a rather small and unassuming notebook. The spells required to make the move were intense for an adult; for her they were nearly too easy after all the extra time spent practicing and using her newfound aptitude for anything and everything.