With careful steps instead of her usual heavy "monster" steps, Damian walked into the library, acting as quite as possible. She always had a high respect for libraries and the rule of silence.
Damian walked up the desk, moving like a muted snake, and looked around with wondering and lost eyes. "Madam Donovan, I hope I didn't disturb your work but I would require some assistance on a certain subject. Is here by any chance a book about Parseltongue?" she whispered. |