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The library loft had always been one of Rajan's favourite corners of Ravenclaw Tower.
Perched above the common room and tucked between towering shelves laden with centuries of accumulated knowledge, it offered something rare within Hogwarts: quiet. Not silence—silence never truly existed in a castle filled with hundreds of students—but a softer sort of stillness. The distant crackle of the fireplace below mingled with the occasional rustle of turning pages, creating a backdrop that made concentration easier.
Which was fortunate.
Because OWLs were approaching faster than he and everyone in his year wanted to admit.
Rajan sat cross-legged in one of the loft's cushioned alcoves, surrounded by what appeared to be half the library's collection. Charms notes were stacked neatly to his left. Astronomy charts occupied a growing pile to his right. A copy of Spellman's Syllabary lay open across his lap, while several rolls of parchment covered in his meticulous handwriting threatened to slide onto the floor.
A faint crease sat between his brows as he worked through a particularly stubborn translation.
The exercise itself wasn't difficult. Not really.
It was simply the seventh version he'd attempted.
With a sigh, Rajan rubbed his eyes before reaching for the mug beside him. The tea had long since cooled, though the faintly ambrosial scent of honey still lingered above the cup. He took a sip anyway and immediately regretted it.
Cold.
Brilliant.
Just what every scholar needed.
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