Dracelle glances up from the library table, a lazy sneer in place. "Lost, or hoping some of the intelligence in here might rub off?" A red-sealed letter snaps upright. "YOU WILL NOT DISAPPOINT—" She slams a book over it; her wand rattles before she stills it with two fingers. "An overdramatic piece of stationery." She raises her chin, cheeks colouring. "Well? Did you need something?"