The quiet room at the Crowdy Memorial Library was aptly named. A small plaque beside the door informed patrons that stepping into the room would silence them; indeed, even Eurydice's footsteps had been soundless as she made her way to an available table.

Though the witch was in Britain to do society things, this time abroad also offered opportunity in new resources to solve her particular problem. Eury did not have an overabundance of hubris; she did not think she was at all likely to succeed where seasoned cursebreakers and learned wizards and witches had failed, but while she was resigned to a life with her affliction, a part of her could not quite let go of the idea that she might one day be normal again. Hope was its own sort of affliction.

Today, though, would not be that day. Eurydice was not exactly a gifted researcher, and so her amateur efforts had rather come up empty. With a sigh that she could feel, but not hear, she placed the trio of texts she had been combing through on a trolly labelled returns. Her chair had pushed itself in (again, without making a noise at all), and so the debutante made her way to the door.

Its rattle in the frame as she tugged upon it was the only sound that had permeated the room since it had last closed, a state it remained quite stubbornly in now.

Eury tried again, tugging a bit more forcefully at it, but it was as though it was stuck—or altogether locked.

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