Damien liked this spot, the stained glass windows were beautiful and if you came by at just the right time the light would shine through and color the shelves, walls, books and floor in it's vibrant hues. It was also one of the calmer, quieter spots in the castle and that was a treasure in itself when you need a moment or two of quiet reflection.

Which was exactly what he was up to. He took a seat on the windowsill and reached into his sweater pocket, rummaging a bout for a bit before pulling out a long, thin wooden cylinder that resembled a flute. He tapped it with his wand, concentrating on a color and then blew out, grinning as a slew of pearly white bubbles floated before him.

He was supposed to be researching and reading and home working, but this was much more appealing.