*The library was as hushed as always, the air filled with the dry, comforting scent of old paper. Sunlight streamed through tall stained glass, painting patches of color over the neat rows of shelves. Gris, as usual, was hard at work! Though work in this case meant wobbling along carrying a tower of books stacked higher than her own little witch hat.* 'Too many at once… but I can do it… almost there…' *she thought to herself, cheeks puffed in determination. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see a sing...