#8 - Learning More

"Books about the castle, I guess." Grace whispered, nodding her head, "I was wondering if there were any books about Rowena Ravenclaw's artefact room? Or if you knew anything about it?"

Grace tried to peek at the cover of Madam Pince's book, wondering what she was looking at. She knew that librarians usually had good ideas about books and she was really hoping that she could be a little productive before lunchtime. Not to mention that she had Charms in the afternoon.

Grace listened, nodding her head throughout. Librarians were so cool. They knew all that stuff, and they got to spend more time with books. Books, Grace thought, were also very cool. She rubbed her eyes, remembering her fallen sacrifice of her favourite Fidgety Witchity book. Perhaps there was a copy in the library. She glanced off to the shelves, wondering slightly if there was a copy among them.

Her face fell when she heard that most of the books were out of the library, though she did wonder if they were among the ones that she was supposed to have sorted through when she was talking with the Sorting Hat. She doubted Professor Rickard would let her sort through them again, if they were even there.

Maybe she could tell Madam Pince about the note from Professor Dumbledore in the basement, but she doubted she would be believed. Adults just didn't understand the secret magical quests of kids, anybody who read the type of novels Grace did would know that.

"But I don't know any knowledgeable Ravenclaws." she whined, her voice raising just a little in frustration. She wished she was older. But wait! That was what librarians and professors were for: knowing things. Maybe she just had to ask the right questions.

"Professor Archerose said that Professor Rivera was busy, and she's the only grown-up Ravenclaw I know. Are any of the other professors Ravenclaws? Would a prefect know?" Grace asked, then, her eyes went wide, "Are you a Ravenclaw?" Grace did know one of the Ravenclaw prefects, or at least she knew of him. She saw him during the pixie incident. She rubbed her ears, which still hurt a little from the pixies tugging on them.