Pushing open the door of the Common Room with her left hand, Ari paused for a moment, listening to the voices in the common room, before continuing, slowly, to the sofa in front of the fireplace. She counted in a whisper to herself, first reaching the study tables, before turning right, finding the armchair, then feeling for the sofa.

She pressed her dark glasses closer to her eyes, and, upon sitting, collapsed her cane, setting it beside her. Ari pulled her beige bag from over her shoulder and picked one of the books she had retrieved from the library out of it. Setting her bag at her feet, Ari leaned her head back, passing her fingers back and forth across the raised bumps ont he page.

If there was one good thing about being blind, it was the ability to read in any position.