Holly did not stutter, nor did she stumble. She may not be the best at controlling her temper with students, but with professors—well, feigning innocence was the worst of her crimes against them.

She perked up as she spoke her next words, a smile on her face. "Why, Madam Sykes of course!" she lied. "She knows I've been lonely in the castle, and also that I love to read. She suggested a handful of books for me, and told me I could come this evening." She didn't have a pass, though, but she had a plan. Sort of.

"You can ask her if you'd like."

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