By the afternoon, she’d traded Newport for Jansen and huddled down in an alcove of the library.  She was far enough back that an aisle over was the restricted section.  Her homework for Ancient Runes had been finished up the night before, but something had been tickling her brain about it and some of the spellwork she and the boys had used for their protective charms while on the run.  So she experimented.  Her table’s portion of the library was relatively untraveled and she could put up whatever she liked so long as Madam Pince didn’t notice.