Dahlia couldn't quite recall what time she had walked into the library much early that day but several hours had long past. Many more then the twelve year old had planned to spend there as lunch had been missed and it was now well into the afternoon. It was a really good thing it was a Saturday.

It had started off with just finishing her class assignments. Then she had moved on to some of her own research she had been working on. Her special book had been taken out, notes scattered across one of the tables in the very back of the library. Lines scribbled out and then re-written once she was sure everything was perfect. Much older parchments with very different handwriting that clearly wasn't hers laid near her own, other notebooks and textbooks too as well as whatever other books she thought might be useful from the library shelves.

Lia shifted in her chair, covering her mouth as she yawned. "M' not tired.. you're tired.." she mumbled to her current company Sir Frederik (pink pygmy puff) who just so happened to be sat what appeared to a sketched map Hogwarts. The words had barely fell from her lips before head feel forward to rest upon the book she had been writing in.. and the still slightly wet purple ink that was now smeared not only across the page but her cheek.