I round the corner and my steps get faster with every meter I get closer to the enormous door. Finally I can open it - I have to use all my weight - and as soon as I hear the silence and smell old parchment and ink, I know I'm right were I belong. Rows upon rows of books tower in endless bookshelves. Golden dust particles are visible in the light. I sigh and make my way over to my favourite desk and chair. Don't tell Madam Pince, but I like to stroke the spines of the books on my way.
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I round the corner and my steps get faster with every meter I get closer to the enormous door. Finally I can open it - I have to use all my weight -
and as soon as I hear the silence and smell old parchment and ink, I know I'm right were I belong.
Rows upon rows of books tower in endless bookshelves. Golden dust particles are visible in the light.
I sigh and make my way over to my favourite desk and chair. Don't tell Madam Pince, but I like to stroke the spines of the books on my way.