The beautiful book in front of her was a new copy of Hogwarts, A History; the embossed school crest was instantly recognisable even if it was sullied by the dark mark placed in the centre between the House mascots. The smell of the book seemed so evocative to her, but strangely she couldn’t adequately recall any of her fond memories of enjoying the beautiful contents of the school’s library, it was as if the current horrors of her new life had erased the simple pleasures of her favourite pastimes.