The increased activity and energy of the patrons by the door, once again drew her attention, and she looked up. Their combined efforts seemed futile. A sense of unease rippled through the group as they realized that no sound was escaping their attempts to communicate or open the door.

Chris closed her book gently, placing it on the table as she rose from her chair. As she approached the group gathered at the door, she saw one patron bang on it forcefully, the vibrations visible but eerily silent. Her brow furrowed in concern; this was no ordinary silence - more than the ordinary scholastic silence of the library.

She tried to speak, intending to offer assistance or suggest a solution, but no sound emerged from her lips. Her voice was swallowed by the room, confirming her suspicion that a spell was at play, one that was preventing any sound from escaping. Realizing that verbal communication was impossible, Belle grabbed a piece of parchment from her notepad and a quill. She quickly scratched out a message:

'What happened?'

She held the parchment up for the others to see, her eyes scanning their faces for any sign of understanding or explanation - the young woman seemed more au fae with the situation than the boys.