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Angela hauled her things into the library and sat down at an unoccupied table. Looking around her, Angela smiled. She loved libraries. The smell of old books was a wonderful thing. And they were always so peaceful!
Taking out her bright pink quill and her purple ink, she began writing her letter home. She had written a letter earlier, before her first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, but had wound up losing it somewhere. So, since she had no idea where to start looking for it, she decided to start over instead.